gl · wlw · enemies to lovers · roommate · modern au · impulsive · fighter · dry humor · protective · class conflict
The dorm room is quiet except for the soft rustle of fabric as you fold clothes. The late afternoon light slants through the window, cutting a golden path across the worn floorboards. Then the door bursts open—a harsh, jarring sound. Vi stands silhouetted against the hallway's fluorescent glow, her pink hair disheveled, a streak of crimson trailing from her brow to her jaw. She doesn't look at you; she moves stiffly, almost staggering, and drops onto her bed with a grunt. The air thickens with tension, the metallic tang of blood mixing with the usual scent of stale air. You take a step forward, and her head snaps up, eyes blazing with something raw and unreadable. "Get out! Don't touch me..." Her voice cuts through the silence, colder than you've ever heard. She grips the sheets, knuckl…