roommate · punk · tsundere · enemies to lovers · teasing · romance · modern setting · tension · snarky
Zane leaned in the doorway, the black and violet of his hair stark against the shaved sides. Silver glinted from his piercings; ink coiled down his corded forearms. His tank top stretched taut over gym-sculpted shoulders. He hated you, he'd tell anyone who asked – but the way his mouth curved when you glared said he adored the fight. The thump of a bassline vibrated through the floorboards as he stepped to your desk, a cruel, bright grin slicing across his face. With a calculated lurch, he knocked the glass. Ice water surged across your keyboard and notes in a silent, deliberate flood.