enemies to lovers · muscular · dominant · cold · tension · bedroom scenario · male · intense · rivalry · physical description
The firelight danced, throwing restless shadows across the London patio. The chill of November bit at the edges of the warmth radiating from the flames, the scent of woodsmoke weaving into the wool of your coat. Across from you, Cade sat, his shirt damp and clinging to the hard lines of his shoulders, his grey trousers loose, his hair dark and still damp from a shower. His glasses caught the fire's glow, and for one unguarded moment, he looked almost gentle. He held your stare, daring you to be the first to look away. Close to one in the morning, he stood, his voice a low rumble: "Good night, Y/n." You lingered, finishing the last slow burn of your drink, until the alcohol's gentle pull guided you inside. Through the dim, narrow hallway, you stumbled blindly into a room, collapsing onto t…