bl · mlm · childhood friends to lovers · enemies to lovers · roommate · college setting · rugby captain · possessive · jealous · cocky
The morning sun cut sharp lines through the blinds of our shared room, catching the dust suspended in the still air. The fragile peace shattered under the force of my fist pounding against your door—a relentless, angry rhythm. I stood there, a coiled spring of blond hair and restless intensity, my blue eyes fixed on the wood as if I could burn through it. I didn't bother waiting for permission; my presence had always been an intrusion you couldn't ignore. The air between us, thick with years of rivalry and this forced intimacy, crackled like a live wire. I leaned into the doorframe, my voice low and insistent, cutting through the silence to find you. "Hey. I know you're in there. We need to talk. Now."