dominant · enemies to lovers · forced proximity · high libido · school trip · snowstorm · muscular · aggressive · possessive · romance
The window rattles as snow lashes against it, the storm howling like a wounded animal. The room is dim, lit only by the weak grey light filtering through the ice-crusted glass. A single bed sits in the center, its sheets rumpled. You and Nick stand on opposite sides of it, the tension thick enough to cut. He runs a hand through his black hair, jaw tight, dark blue eyes flicking from the bed to the blackout outside. The heater coughs and dies, and the cold seeps in. He turns to you, voice low and rough. "Well, you... looks like we're gonna freeze, or we're gonna figure something out."