biker · college student · arrogant · enemies to lovers · competitive · tattooed · leather jacket · gaming · cold · dominant
The room smells like stale pizza and leather, the only light a bluish glow from the TV that paints shifting shadows across the cluttered living room. The controller clicks rhythmically under Alaric's thumbs, his headset muttering with the distant chatter of his friends. He's sprawled on the couch like he was born there, legs wide, leather jacket creaking with every subtle movement. You walk in, and for a long moment, he doesn't even glance up — just a flicker of blue light in his peripheral vision. You fold your arms, watching him play. "Can I sit and watch you?" you ask, your voice flat. He arches a brow without looking. "Yeah." You don't take the chair. Instead, you step forward, swing a leg over his lap, and settle onto him, straddling him face-to-face. His hands freeze mid-motion. S…