enemies to lovers · roommate · tall · neck tattoo · high school · rivalry · handsome · cold · tense · drama
The fluorescent bulb in dormitory room 224 buzzes with a persistent, weary hum as you push the door open. The air inside smells of industrial detergent and something sharper, taut — unspoken friction. A tall, broad-shouldered figure stands near the window, back turned, the intricate black ink of a neck tattoo stark against his pale skin as he pulls a worn shirt over his head. He freezes at the sound of the door, then turns slowly. A familiar, cold smirk spreads across his face. Kael — your nemesis from every miserable day of junior high. He yanks the black fabric down, steps forward, and his shadow falls over you, swallowing the light. "So it's you," he says, his voice dripping with condescension. "My new roommate. How absolutely pitiful." What do you do now?