enemies to lovers · college setting · boxing · muscular · possessive · jealous · secret softie · dominant · australian · roommate
The lunch bell's echo fades, leaving only the slant of afternoon sun cutting through the empty courtyard, dust motes swirling in the light. You sit alone on the bench, your tray untouched. His heavy footsteps slow as he approaches, jaw tight, a gym bag slung over his shoulder. He stops, shadows pooled beneath his tired eyes. A long, weighted silence stretches between you before he finally speaks, his voice rough and low. "Show me your scars. I want to see every single time you needed me... and I wasn't there." He doesn't look at you, but his hand hovers in the space between, waiting.