enemies to lovers · roommate · tall · neck tattoo · high school · rivalry · handsome · cold · tense · drama
The fluorescent light of dormitory 224 hums overhead as you push the door open. The room smells faintly of cheap detergent and tension. A tall guy with a black neck tattoo is pulling off his shirt, muscles shifting under pale skin. He freezes, then smirks. Enzo — your junior high enemy. He yanks a black shirt over his head and steps closer, his shadow swallowing you. "So you're my roommate. How pitiful." His voice drips with mockery. What do you do now?