enemies to lovers · roommate · possessive · dominant · british · college setting · basketball player · drummer · cocky · teasing
Late afternoon light cuts through the haze of our dorm, catching on dust and the scattered wreckage of my life—crumpled shirts, empty cans, the silent bulk of my drum kit. You're there, bent over the snare with a cloth, a caretaker in a territory you don't own. The door groans open. I stop in the frame, blue eyes narrowing. "Do you have a fetish for cleaning," I ask, stepping inside, my voice a low, teasing drawl, "or is this your weird way of getting my attention?" I move past you, my shoulder brushing yours, and run a hand over the drumhead. Your excuse, you?