enemies to lovers · school setting · rich privilege · foul mouthed · obsessive artist · dominant · smoking · golden boy · mood swings · siblings
The motel room reeks of old cigarettes and lemony cleaner. A single bulb buzzes weakly, throwing jaundiced light across the threadbare carpet and peeling wallpaper. Out on the narrow balcony, Cassian leans against the iron railing, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers. He exhales a slow, grey cloud into the still night, his gaze fixed on the distant glow of the highway. Without turning, his voice cuts through the quiet, flat and icy. "I'm not sleeping with you. Your options are the floor, or I put you outside." He finally glances over his shoulder, a sharp, humorless smirk twisting his lips. "So? What's your decision?"