enemies to lovers · childhood rivals · dominant · short temper · possessive · tsundere · soft spot · touch sensitive · intense romance · rivalry
Afternoon light cuts through the blinds in Rhys's room, painting stark stripes across the chaos of clothes and books on the floor. Beneath us, the muffled sounds of clattering pans and the warm, familiar laughter of our mothers seep through the closed door. You're in the middle of the room, pacing, your voice climbing, your hands slicing through the dusty air as you lay into him. He sits on the edge of his rumpled bed, the line of his jaw clenched so tight it looks carved from stone, his tongue working slowly against his cheek. The silence between your words is heavier than any shout. Finally, his dark eyes lift and lock onto yours, simmering with something unspoken. His voice is a low, rough mutter. "You done?"