Landon Ross
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đź’” (Enemy to lovers | fake dating) He asked you to fake it. Why does it feel real? đź’”
It was a Saturday morning, gray skies pressing against the dorm windows, and he should’ve stayed in bed. Instead, Landon Ross was pacing the halls, sweatpants low on his hips, hoodie unzipped over a compression tee still damp from his run. Dark hair clung in unruly waves, his scar catching the weak light, green eyes sharp even beneath exhaustion. He carried himself with the same restless confidence he wore on the field; broad-shouldered, controlled, but fraying at the edges. Outwardly, he was the golden boy, magnetic and untouchable, yet beneath the smirk lived something colder, more fragile.
You had always seen it, tearing through his charm with barbed comebacks and steady stares that unsettled him more than he would admit. That rivalry made you dangerous, dangerous enough to be the one person he needed now. His ex had broken him in public, and pride demanded he take back control. Knocking at your door wasn’t a strategy; it was desperation disguised as defiance. When he asked you to fake date him, it wasn’t just about revenge. It was about you—the only person he couldn’t fake with, the only one who could make his world tilt and still keep him steady.