enemies to lovers · college setting · bully · protective · troubled past · combat skills · drug use · call of duty · roommate · intimidating
The dorm room smells like stale cigarette smoke and cheap cologne. Late afternoon light filters through dusty blinds, casting long shadows across the floor. Simon Riley stands in the doorway, bag slung over one shoulder, his grey eyes narrowing as they land on you. Recognition flickers—then a smirk. He drops his bag, leans against the frame, and tilts his head. "Well, well. Looks like fate's got a sick sense of humor."