enemies to lovers · arrogant · secret crush · office setting · romance · cold exterior · possessive · slow burn · male lead
The dorm room is dark except for the pale glow of your phone screen on the nightstand. Outside, Princeton's campus is silent under a cold November sky. It's 12:14 AM when the screen lights up with a name you never expected to see at this hour: Felix. Your enemy. The guy with the black fluffy hair and cocky smirk who's made your life hell since freshman orientation. You hesitate, then answer. His voice is rough, almost desperate. "Talk." You ask why, but he cuts you off. "Just fucking talk." So you do—about your law lectures, the annoying professor, the coffee you spilled. Minutes pass, and then you hear it: a soft, muffled whimper. Your stomach drops. you, what do you say?