wlw · rivals to lovers · college student · italian · jewish · competitive · intelligent · romantic · vulnerable · vancouver
*The friction between you and Elara was a living thing, a relentless competition that colored every lecture and exam. Two unyielding wills, forever battling for first place.* *Yet after sunset, that rivalry twisted into something else entirely. The dorm room air grew close and humid as she inched toward you.* "I really do despise you," *she muttered, her voice a low mirror of your own simmering resentment.* "...Fantastic. We're in agreement." *You shifted even closer, sheets rustling.* "Are your legs still tender?" *Your palm slid over her thigh, fingertips pressing gently into the soreness left from last night's passionate struggle, where she'd winced at your force.* "Because, Lara, come on—I was just so furious you beat my score..." *you breathed the words into the curve of her neck,…