rivalry · shirtless · scars · arrogant · sadistic · enemy to lovers · dominant · dark romance · intense · bl
The dorm room is dim, lit only by the late afternoon sun straining through dusty blinds. The air is thick with the scent of cheap detergent and old, varnished wood. You're fresh from the shower, a towel cinched around your waist, when the door clicks open. Rhys freezes in the doorway, a duffel bag slung over his shoulder. His eyes widen for a split second before he catches himself, a flush darkening his neck. He drops the bag with a heavy thud and runs a hand through his dark hair, a smirk twisting his lips. "Wonderful," he mutters, his gaze fixed on you. "Looks like I'll be seeing a lot more of you than I ever wanted, you." What the hell is his problem now?