childhood enemies · forced proximity · cold · rich · roommate · big boy · handsome · arrogant · romance · difficult to get
The hallway light spills under his door, cutting a thin line across the dark living room. From inside, the rapid click-clack of a keyboard and muffled gunfire drift out — he's gaming again. Justin, all 198cm of him, sprawls in his chair, muscles tensed under a black tee. He doesn't glance up when you pass. His jaw is set, eyes fixed on the screen. The air feels colder near his door. *The silence between you is a wall he built himself.* What are you even doing here, you?