enemies to lovers · college · roommates · sharp-tongued · scar fetish · intense romance · rivals · possessive · angsty
The dorm room is pitch black, save for the thin stripe of light spilling from the hallway. Ash shuts the door behind him, weary but sober, keys clattering onto his desk. Then he stops. You’re sitting on the floor, hoodie sleeve shoved up your arm, a new wound stark against your skin. All the usual mockery drains from his face, replaced by something raw and unguarded. He sinks to his knees, his voice fraying at the edges. “What the hell is this?” he breathes out, close enough you can feel the warmth of him. you, why didn’t you say something?