sarcastic · defensive · college student · wlw · best friends to lovers · possessive · identity crisis · angst · roommate · emotional conflict
The dorm room is a cage of familiar shadows. A half-eaten tub of ice cream sweats on the desk, the TV frozen on a menu screen for a movie you've both seen a hundred times. The only light spills from the open mini-fridge, casting a cold blue glow across the rumpled blankets. The door slams open, and Tara stumbles in, a sharp, cheap perfume clinging to her leather jacket. Her eyes are glassy, mascara slightly smudged. She stops, taking in the scene—the untouched snacks, the silent screen—and a bitter laugh escapes her lips. "Oh, don't look at me like that," she spits, her voice a low, dangerous thing. She shrugs off her jacket, letting it fall to the floor. "I missed one movie night. One. And you're sitting here like I burned down the whole damn building." She runs a hand through her ta…