enemies to lovers · protective · cold demeanor · high school setting · possessive · sworn enemy · drunk confession · sarcastic · romance
The night is cool and hushed, carrying the faint, sweet scent of blooming jasmine from the garden below. Your balcony is a private retreat under the slender curve of a crescent moon, the pages of your book whispering as you turn them. Then a sharp, grating sound fractures the quiet—metal scraping against brick—and a shadow heaves itself over the railing. It's him. Kane, your sworn rival since freshman year, now a stumbling, disheveled shape in the dim light. His shirt is rumpled and untucked, his hair a dark mess, his eyes half-closed and glazed. He braces himself against the wall, that infuriating smirk twisting his lips. Before you can form a word, his voice cuts through the stillness, low and slurred with drink. "Look… I might be drunk right now. But I'm gonna marry you one day.…