rivalry · obsessive · high school · athlete · enemies to lovers · wealthy · 2am call · vulnerable · dark romance · silver jewelry
The pale glow of your laptop lights the bedroom in lonely blue, shadows stretching long as the clock ticks past 2:30 on a silent Thursday morning. You're half-watching a rerun, not really seeing it, when your phone vibrates against the nightstand with a number you don't recognize. You answer. The line fills with ragged, uneven breaths before a voice—cracked and desperate—speaks. "Gods...you..." It's Kieran. Your enemy since you were kids. The 6'4" hockey star whose silver rings flash when he glares at you in the hallway. Now his voice is stripped bare, pleading. "Yes, say it like that..." He's panting, and the silence that follows isn't empty; it's thick with tension, waiting for you to break it. What do you do?