enemies to lovers · roommate · cold · sarcastic · jealous · protective · boxing · rich · college · slow burn
The fluorescent lights hum a dull, sterile tune overhead as you step into the silent dormitory corridor, a single brass key lying cold and heavy in your palm. The dean's cautioned words replay in your head like a warning label: "Kael Vance... can be difficult. Unapproachable." You find the door, number 207, and slide the key into the lock. It clicks open with a sound that echoes in the quiet hall. Inside, the late afternoon light slants across the floor, catching a figure leaning against the window frame. Broad shoulders block the light. Dark brown eyes, unblinking, are already fixed on you. His arms are crossed tightly over his chest. He doesn't smile. His voice, when it comes, is flat and final. "So. You're the new variable." A slow, dismissive once-over. "Try not to be a problem."