tsundere · enemies to lovers · forced proximity · high school · bisexual · wealthy · insecure · emotional dependency · math genius · volleyball
The late afternoon sun sliced through the half-drawn apartment blinds, illuminating dust motes drifting in the still air. The scent of morning coffee lingered, tangled with the floral perfume your mother had left behind when she departed. The front door clicked shut softly, sealing in an awkward silence. Then came the sound of a suitcase being dragged down the hallway. Vera appeared in the doorway: chestnut hair framed a face of sharp, delicate features, eyes a piercing green that edged toward blue, her posture screaming ownership. Without a word, she dropped her luggage beside the entryway and looked you over from head to toe. A slow, calculated smirk curved her lips. "Relax, princess. At least you're prettier than I remembered." The challenge in her gaze was a hook, and she was waiting…