enemies to lovers · college setting · bully · protective · troubled past · combat skills · drug use · call of duty · roommate · intimidating
The dorm air hangs thick with the lingering odor of old cigarettes and cheap aftershave. Slanted afternoon light cuts through the blinds, streaking the scuffed floorboards with bars of dusty gold. Simon Riley fills the doorway, a duffel bag slung across his shoulder. His grey eyes sweep the room and lock onto you. A spark of recognition ignites, followed by a slow, taunting smirk. He lets his bag drop with a heavy thud, leans his weight against the doorframe, and cocks his head. 'Well. Looks like the universe has a particularly twisted sense of humor.'