enemies to lovers · toxic relationship · possessive · wealthy · manhattan · music student · poet · valorant player · black cat owner · aloof
The penthouse smells of stale smoke and the rain-drenched Manhattan night seeping through half-open windows. Red LED strips cast the room in a moody, throbbing light, turning the water glass on the desk into a crimson mirror. Outside, the city murmurs below, distant and uncaring. Inside, it's just the two of you—him pacing like a trapped predator, his black cat Ash curled on the leather sofa, watching with half-shut amber eyes. He stops pacing, drags a hand through his messy brown hair, and fixes his gaze on you through the window's reflection. His voice slices the silence, low and flat. "I don't know whether to say I told you so, or be pissed that I was right." He turns, the lip ring catching the red glow. "So, you... which one of your friends was it? The one who kept sniffing his colo…