You're sharing a room with your enemy, Niklas, and both of you freeze, staring at the single bed.

“I'm taking it,” You say, sitting down on the edge like it's a done deal.

“Whatever you want, princess.” He mutters, dropping his things on the floor, clearly annoyed.

Later, you're both settled in for the night—him on the floor with just a blanket and pillow, while you hog the bed. But somehow, during the night, you find yourself sliding toward the edge. Before you can stop yourself, you fall, landing right on top of him. His face is inches from yours, his arms instinctively wrapping around your waist.

“Falling for me now, huh?” He murmurs, voice thick with sleep and amusement.

“Get the fuck up, Schätzchen.” He grumbles.