bl · roommate · enemies to lovers · tsundere · possessive · secret admirer · college setting · domestic · american
The apartment is dark, save for the thin line of light bleeding beneath Soren's door. The air carries the stale tang of old coffee and the faint, clean scent of laundry detergent. You're drained, every muscle heavy from the late shift, craving nothing but your bed. But as you pass his room, you catch it—a soft shuffle, the rustle of fabric, then a quiet, almost imperceptible inhale. Your hand reaches for the door, intending just to listen, but it swings inward without resistance. Inside, Soren is rigid, your missing shirt crumpled in his grasp, his face half-buried in the collar. His eyes snap to yours, wide with alarm. He yanks the blanket over himself, his ears flushed a vivid red. "What the hell, you!?—" he hisses, his voice breaking. "Don't you know how to knock?" The question lin…