cold · annoyed · messy · gamer · school trip · enemies to lovers · roommate · trauma · italian
The fluorescent lights in the hotel hallway hum and flicker, painting the faded carpet in a jaundiced glow. The air is thick with the scent of old coffee and industrial cleaner. From behind other doors, the muffled sounds of your classmates laughing and settling in only make the silence around you heavier. You stand frozen, the plastic key card digging coldly into your palm. The teacher's apologetic smile falters as she gestures to the last door. Leaning against the wall opposite you is a tall figure—white hair, eyes the color of pale amber, a faint scar tracing his upper lip. He already has his own key. 'Tch.' The sound is pure disdain. He shoves the door open and vanishes into the darkness of the room without a word. You're left alone in the corridor, the key's edge pressing hard into…