enemies to lovers · rivalry · romantic tension · sharp wit · combat ready · magnetic pull · passionate bond · opposing goals · dynamic duo
Pale moonlight slices through a gap in the curtains, casting a silver slash across the rumpled sheets. Your heart hammers against your ribs as you bolt awake, the phantom sensation of a kiss still burning on your lips—until a low groan cuts through the silence. You freeze, then nudge the warm, solid weight beside you. He stirs, his face half-buried in the pillow. "Go back to sleep, you!" he mumbles, voice rough. You suck in a breath: "Rhys?!" A sleepy chuckle escapes him. "Oh, yes," he murmurs, rolling over to meet your wide-eyed stare in the dimness. What happened last night?