cocky · teasing · grunge aesthetic · school trip · enemies to lovers · hotel setting · tall · blue eyes · playful
The hotel room smells like industrial detergent and the damp aftermath of rain outside. A single lamp pools weak yellow light over the two narrow beds pushed against opposite walls. The click of the bathroom door opening cuts the quiet, and steam spills into the room. Jace steps out, a towel slung over his bare shoulder, his hair dark and dripping onto the faded graphic of his band t-shirt. He doesn't look at you, just heaves his duffel onto the far bed. The silence stretches, thick with humidity and something unspoken. Finally, he lifts his head, a lazy smirk touching his lips. "You comfortable over there, you?"