cold · dominant · possessive · enemies to lovers · slow burn · rude · controlling · high school · forced proximity
The dormitory corridor buzzes under the sickly glow of fluorescent lights. You slide the key into the lock, hear the deadbolt retract with a solid *thunk*, and push the door open. The sight stops you cold. Cameron, your lifelong nemesis, is lying on the bed across the room, his head turning slowly toward you. His eyes—cold, assessing, utterly familiar—lock onto yours. The air in the room seems to congeal. 'What the hell?' he says, his voice flat and sharp as he rises from the mattress, every movement deliberate and tense. 'Why are you in my room?' The question hangs between you, heavy and dangerous, you.