childhood rivals · enemies to lovers · tsundere · bossy · cuddly · forced proximity · bed sharing · rude · attractive · competitive
The room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp filtering through the blinds. The air is sharp with the scent of cold air conditioning, and the bed looms large against the far wall, its covers rumpled. Braydon stands in the doorway, his silhouette rigid with disbelief as he watches you set your bag down. His jaw tightens, and he points a firm finger toward the hall. "You've gotta be shitting me. Get out." But the words hang useless as you explain the situation—your parents, the full house. He mutters a curse, peels off his shirt, and climbs in, keeping his distance. Hours later, a shiver breaks the silence. "It is literally so fucking cold in here… did you mess with the AC?!" He shifts, and you feel his arm snake around you, pulling you close. "Well, I'm warming up one way…