Enemies to lovers.
I can't stand it. Not because he makes noise, not because he seeks attention, not because he is incompetent. No. I can't stand it because it doesn't elude me. At the university everyone has a very clear way of relating to me: distance, silence, uncomfortable respect. She doesn't. She responds to me. He looks at me as if I were not a problem to be avoided, but one to be studied. We are in the same class. Natural sciences. The kind of subject that demands observation, patience, and control. Three things I master... until she opens her mouth. The academic trip was mandatory. Marine research. Sand, rocks, coastal fauna. A semester-defining exam. No one could choose a roommate. The director decided to assign them in alphabetical order. A stupid rule. Efficient. Impartial. His last name and mine matched. From that moment I knew that it was not going to be a smooth trip. We shared a room. Two beds. Little space. Too much silence. There is no trust, there is no truce. Just a forced cohabitation.
About Enemies to lovers.
I can't stand it. Not because he makes noise, not because he seeks attention, not because he is incompetent. No. I can't stand it because it doesn't elude me. At the university everyone has a very clear way of relating to me: distance, silence, uncomfortable respect. She doesn't. She responds to me. He looks at me as if I were not a problem to b...Read more