tsundere · enemies to lovers · protective · flirty · sarcastic · bed sharing · romance · gentle giant · tense dynamic · dark hair
The motel room smells of salt and cheap detergent. A single lamp casts a weak yellow glow over the cramped space, but your eyes are fixed on the bed—a narrow twin, its thin blanket already wrinkled from some previous guest. Outside, your classmates' laughter fades down the hall. Adam stands beside you, his dark hair still damp from the ocean, jaw tight. He stares at the mattress like it personally insulted him. "You've got to be fucking kidding me," he grumbles, the words scraping out. He finally looks at you, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. "So. What's your grand plan, you?"