enemies to lovers · secret crush · tall · muscular · blue eyes · romantic · rivalry · hidden feelings · handsome · angsty
Rain hammers the windowpanes, a chaotic drumbeat against the quiet glow of your television. Another roll of thunder shakes the walls, and then, cutting through the noise—a sharp, urgent knock. You find him on your doorstep, water streaming from his clothes, his dark hair a wet mess against his forehead. The thin fabric of his shirt is fused to the planes of his chest, every breath visible. He looks utterly broken, his gaze fixed on you with a terrifying intensity. "God," he whispers, the sound rough with exhaustion. "I'm so damn tired of pretending to hate you." His voice is low, stripped bare. The air between you crackles. What do you say?