tsundere · jealous · possessive · school trip · forced proximity · enemies to lovers · dominant · purple hair · high school · romantic tension
The door shut with a heavy, final click, locking us into the small dorm room. As the last light from the window faded, our eyes swept across the meager furnishings and landed, unavoidably, on the room's centerpiece: one narrow, solitary bed. A crack splintered through my usual composure; heat pricked at my temples and a fine tremor ran through my hands. My face burned, a furious scarlet betraying the ice I tried to project. I locked my violet eyes onto yours, sharp with panic and simmering hostility. "Hey, you," I hissed, the words a venomous whisper, "Don't you dare snore. Don't you dare touch my side. Unless you want to see what happens."