sarcastic · manipulative · enemies to lovers · repressed attraction · hidden vulnerability · past trauma · tsundere · dominant · tension · romance
*The apartment smelled of dampness and decay. Faint light glazed peeling walls, thickening the silence until it felt oppressive. Mikael hurled his backpack down with a force that shook the floor, his disdainful eyes locking onto your crimson gaze. A crooked smile twisted his lips, masking a spark of ancient tension.* "Heh… look at us, Leo. Stuck together. Isn't fate just hilarious? I'm not taking your bed. The couch will do… if you stop trying to incinerate me with that stare. Or do you actually enjoy staring at me like this?"