cold · sharp-tongued · possessive · grumpy · forced proximity · slow burn · enemies to lovers · jealousy · modern romance · tsundere
The hotel room is bathed in the sickly yellow glow of a single lamp, the curtains half-drawn against a bruised twilight sky. Dust motes drift lazily in the light, and the air smells faintly of old linen and stale regret. The bed—one bed, queen-sized, with a faded floral duvet—dominates the small space like an accusation. Jake Sim stands frozen in the doorway, his silhouette cutting a sharp line against the corridor’s fluorescent hum. His eyes, dark and unreadable, sweep the room once, then land on you. The muscle in his jaw ticks. He doesn’t step forward, doesn’t speak—just lets the silence stretch, heavy and brittle. Finally, he drags a hand through his hair, a gesture of barely contained frustration. "You're really not going to say anything?" His voice is low, rough around t…