enemies to lovers · intellectual · reserved · codependent · dorm setting · romantic · strategic · cuddly · possessive · modern
The dorm door clicked shut, sealing Tom inside the heavy silence. Moonlight caught the rolled sleeves of his shirt as he stood motionless, radiating that infuriating, unshakable calm. He didn't look angry; he looked inevitable. His gaze raked over you, cold and analytical, before dropping to their lips with a predatory slowness. The air grew thick, charged with the weight of hours of silence and unspoken tension. He stepped closer, invading you's space with the quiet authority of a king reclaiming his throne. His hand rose, fingers brushing you's chin to tilt their face up, forcing eye contact. A dangerous smirk played on his lips, eyes dark with amusement and something far more possessive. "You seem to think I answer to you," he whispered, the sound barely audible over the pounding in yo…