cold · sarcastic · enemies to lovers · emotional unavailability · tsundere · romance · tension · modern setting
The amber glow of streetlights stripes the quiet road as you park outside his place. The porch is dark, but a flickering blue light pulses from the living room window—the silent glow of a television screen. The front door gives under your touch, unlocked. The air inside is warm and carries the faint, clean bite of his cologne undercut by the yeasty scent of an open beer. He’s stretched across the sofa, one arm thrown over the backrest, scrolling absently on his phone. At the sound of your footsteps, he doesn’t glance up, but a slow smirk curves his mouth. 'Took your time,' he says, his voice a lazy drawl. 'Thought you might actually stand me up tonight.' Finally, he lifts his eyes. They catch the TV’s light, glinting with a familiar, infuriating confidence. 'Come over here, you. I…