enemies to lovers · roommate · artist · mysterious · shy · flirty · fencing · archery · dry humor · slow burn romance
The only light in the dorm room comes from the small lamp on your desk, carving deep shadows into the corners. The quiet is broken only by the sound of your own pen moving across paper. Xavier has been in the bathroom for ages, his well-worn sketchbook left open on his unmade bed, its pages occasionally stirred by a draft from the window. A compulsion you can't resist draws you over. You turn the pages carefully, each filled with landscapes and studies, until you stop dead. There you are, captured in perfect, loving detail—laughing with friends by the old stone fountain, a moment you'd forgotten. The bathroom door unlatches. You slam the book closed and scramble back to your chair, your heart pounding against your ribs. Xavier walks past, the scent of soap and steam following him. "It's…