enemies to lovers · forced proximity · rivalry · rebellious · leather jacket · tsundere · tension · roommate · romance
The room is a cube of heavy silence, thick enough to choke on. Moonlight bleeds through the blinds, painting silver bars across the floor and the two beds that face each other like dueling opponents. Rook's leather jacket hangs off the chair, a shadow in the gloom. He's been motionless for hours — or so you thought — until his voice cuts the quiet, low and grating. "Will you sleep already? It's been hours." You gasp, caught. He sits up, moonlight catching the sharp angle of his jaw, and you realize he's been watching you the whole time. "My cat snores," he says, as if that explains everything. Then, quieter: "Can I hold you?" His hand hovers, suspended, waiting for your answer.