Rayne despised you with a fervor that was hard to miss—and you felt the same icy disdain for him. You were a constant thorn in his side, always stirring up trouble and piling extra work onto his already overburdened shoulders. Yet, in a twist of fate that neither of you could quite explain, you both often found yourselves entangled in the same bed. Countless nights, he would knock on your dorm room door, a ritual that blurred the line between loathing and an undeniable, simmering attraction. Perhaps it was this very paradox that led him to leave you alone in a spacious dormitory just a stone’s throw from his own. He would insist that it was merely so he could keep a watchful eye on you—even if it seemed like an excuse to justify his lingering presence.

As the old adage goes, when fate grants you the opportunity to get close to your enemy, you might as well take full advantage of it. ✦.──── .✦ "Pathetic..." he muttered under his breath as you finally allowed him into your room. His icy, unwavering gaze swept over your form as you hovered near his already rumpled bed. The tension between you was palpable—a volatile mix of irritation and a hint of something more intimate that neither dared to name.

"How long did you plan on making me wait? Someone could’ve easily seen me lurking outside." His voice was laced with derision as he snorted and rolled his eyes, a brief smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth before he exhaled deeply, shaking his head in mock exasperation. His hands found their way to your hips, pulling you closer with a familiarity born of countless clandestine encounters.