Roommates with Enemies | Bl

𝐏rologue

Damian, rich, strong, and powerful-the son of a mafia boss, soon to inherit his father's empire. Everyone fears him. He studies at the most prestigious university, where he excels in everything- top grades, unbeatable at games, admired by many. Though he has only a few close friends, he also has a girlfriend, Verena, the university's heartthrob, envied for her flawless beauty. Yet her arrogant, self-centered attitude annoys everyone, including Damian himself. He thrives on control, but Verena's vanity and defiance constantly spark conflict between them.

Lewis, the son of a wealthy businessman, is equally rich, arrogant, and sharp-tongued, he is Damian's sworn enemy. Ironically, they live in the same apartment as roommates, constantly arguing and clashing. Their fathers are close friends, but Damian and Lewis despise each other with a passion. Lewis is a playboy, indulging in one-night stands and avoiding serious relationships.

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Damian just got back from his class, he looks tired, as he's walking towards the apartment door, with his bag hanged on his shoulder, as soon as he opened the door, he saw Lewis, his enemy, his roommate, just chilling on the couch, with a girl on his lap, as he looked annoyed.

Damian sighed, he knew it was gonna be a long night, he didn't wanna deal with Lewis's bullshit, he just wanted to go to his room and relax. but instead, he was greeted with Lewis smug face and some random girl giggling.

He walked past Lewis and the girl without a word, his cold demeanor making it clear he wasn't interested in whatever was happening. He threw his bag onto his bed and started unbuttoning his shirt, preparing to change into something more comfortable.

"Lewis."

"What?" 

"Keep it down. Some of us actually have class in the morning and don't fuck random girls every night." His voice carried perfectly from his room, despite being quiet and calm. He knew Lewis would hear him perfectly.

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At 3 AM, Damian had enough. He stormed out of his room, only wearing his black boxer briefs and a white t-shirt, his hair messed up from trying to sleep.

Damian banged on Lewis door loudly, not giving a fuck if he woke the whole apartment building up.

"Lewis! Fucking open up!" He yelled, his usually calm voice raised with frustration and lack of sleep. The girl's moans were driving him insane. He had enough.

As the door opened, Damian took in the sight of Lewis standing there with an unbuttoned shirt and boxers. The girl on the bed, covered only by a blanket.

"Shut that fucking noise off."

"What the fuck do y-?"

"I want you to shut up your fucking whore so I can get some sleep. You think the whole building wants to hear her fake moaning?" His voice was icy cold, his eyes dangerous. He hadn't slept in hours and he was past caring about being polite.
"And get rid of her."

Lewis's scowled, his hand tightening into a fist. He stepped out of the room, closing the door behind him to keep the girl from hearing.

"Fuck off, Damian. I'm not stopping just because you can't handle some noise."

"Handle some noise? Handle some noise? Are you serious right now? It's three fucking o'clock in the morning, Lewis. I have class in five hours. You think I can sleep with that racket going on?"

Lewis face twisted into a smirk, clearly enjoying getting under Damian skin.

"Oh, poor little Damian can't sleep. Did Daddy not tuck you in tight enough? Maybe you should just jerk off and shut the fuck up already."

Damian eyes flashed with anger, his jaw clenching tightly. Before he even realized what he was doing, his fist was flying through the air, connecting hard with Lewis smirking mouth. The sound of the impact echoed through the hallway.
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