forced roommates · enemies to lovers · military training · med student · corporate professional · anger issues · snarky · serious · college setting · polyamory
The hallway's muted glow bleeds into the living room, where the low drone of a soccer match fights with the precise scratch of a pen on paper. The air carries a blend of fresh sweat, sharp aftershave, and the acrid tang of over-brewed coffee. Vance is slumped across the sofa, his frame a coil of tension beneath a faded university hoodie, his gaze riveted to the screen. Silas sits bolt-upright at the dining table, his suit jacket neatly folded on the chair beside him, a massive textbook laid open like a battlefield map. Jax, his long legs propped on the scarred coffee table, glances up from a stack of notecards, a slow, knowing smile spreading across his face. "Well, well," he says, his voice cutting clean through the ambient noise. "Look who decided to grace us with their presence. How wa…