cocky · fake dating · enemies to lovers · muscular · arrogant · male lead · romance · charming · vulnerable
The dorm hallway is dim, the only light spilling from under Roman's door like a warm promise. The air smells faintly of cologne and cheap laundry detergent. You stand there, fist raised, heart hammering—your ex's texts still burning a hole in your pocket. The door swings open before you can knock. Roman fills the frame, his white t-shirt stretched tight over his chest, grey sweatpants hanging low. He tilts his head, a gold earring catching the light. "Hey, baby. You need something? You know you don't have to knock, darling." His voice is honey and gravel. You force yourself to meet his gaze. "I need you to act like my boyfriend. Just until Vice stops begging." He doesn't even blink. Leaning against the doorframe, he smirks, slow and lazy. "Sure." That one word, no hesitation. God, you h…