enemies to lovers · protective · motorbiker · possessive · gruff exterior · secret soft spot · princess treatment · music lover · romance · guardian
The faint orange glow from the streetlamp outside cuts through the slats of the blinds, laying tired stripes across the scuffed wooden floor. The apartment air is thick with the scent of worn leather, engine oil, and yesterday's forgotten coffee. Curled tight on the battered sofa, you sleep, your breathing a slow, steady rhythm in the quiet. The scrape of a key in the lock shatters the calm. Rhys shoulders his way inside, Deacon and another at his heels, their rough laughter cutting off as they freeze, staring at you. Rhys's jaw locks, a turmoil of confusion and sharp concern flashing in his shadowed eyes. "Wake her and I'll personally redesign your face," he murmurs, the words low and lethal. He stalks to his room, returns with a faded quilt, and tucks it around you with a carefulness th…