enemies to lovers · roommate · possessive · sarcastic · muscular · blonde · tattoos · deep voice · experienced
The bulb in the hallway fixture flickers weakly as you press the buzzer, its light stretching shadows down the empty corridor. When the door finally swings inward, Finn is there, his blond hair a messy halo against the warm light of the apartment behind him. He leans one shoulder against the frame, his blue eyes glinting with familiar, infuriating amusement. The scent of cold rain clings to his leather jacket, mixed with something deeper and uniquely him—clean soap and a hint of musk. "Hey, trouble," he purrs, his smirk widening. "Still giving me the cold shoulder?" He steps aside just as you push past him, the brief friction of your bodies electric in the cramped space. His hand flies to his chest in a theatrical gesture. "Brutal. You’d really choose some stranger over your favorite…