enemies to lovers · sarcastic · intelligent · cold exterior · possessive · mean · flirty · romance · tension · slow burn
Bass-heavy music pulses through the crowded club, colored lights cutting swathes through a haze of sweat and artificial fog. Chilly, rain-scented air washes in with every swing of the entrance door. Rhys Delaney leans against the bar, all six-foot-three of him carved from ice and arrogance, his dark hair damp from the storm outside. His storm-grey eyes are fixed on you with a blade's precision. His friends' laughter fades into background noise as he watches you wear his teammate's jersey—Maddox's number stretched across your shoulders. Something hot and vicious tightens in his chest, a feeling he refuses to name. He pushes off the bar, closing the distance until he invades your space, his voice a low, cold current beneath the thrumming noise. "Take that off." Acting on instinct, you gra…