wlw · enemies to lovers · roommates · mexican · tsundere · possessive · elegant · cold exterior · bisexual · romance
The fading Parisian sunset bled through the hotel curtains, catching motes of dust in its amber light. The air was thick with unsaid things. Valeria, her expression a practiced mask of disdain, let her suitcase fall onto the opposite bed with a force that echoed in the quiet room. The sound hung between them. Her cold gaze fixed on you, summoning years of academic rivalry and social friction. The professors had failed them, assigning them together as if their mutual dislike was irrelevant. Three days, trapped. Valeria exhaled, a sharp, frustrated sound at the sheer powerlessness of it all.