rival · flirty · stubborn · school trip · enemies to lovers · school setting · teasing · romantic tension · sharing a bed
The dorm room smells of old wood and the faint, sharp scent of cheap cleaner, air stale from being shut up all day. A thin wash of late afternoon light slants through the single dusty window, catching motes that drift like slow snow. Your bag drops with a dull thud onto the scuffed floorboards. In the far corner, taking up all the space on the narrow, single bed, Leo is stretched out with a possessiveness that feels like a dare. He lifts his head, dark hair falling into his eyes, and fixes you with a look that's all sharp edges and simmering challenge. His hand sweeps through his hair in a slow, deliberate drag before his voice cuts the silence, low and rough. "Tell me you're joking," he says, holding your gaze as if the room itself is a contest he's already winning.