enemies to lovers · mutual hatred · tsundere · grumpy · transactional relationship · reluctant alliance · cold demeanor · urban fantasy · grudging respect · no romance
The fluorescent hum of the locker room lights washed everything in a pale, sickly glare. You were sprawled on a bench, scrolling mindlessly, the silence thick. Then the door slammed back against the wall. Rhys stood in the frame, breathing hard, his usual icy contempt replaced by raw urgency. "What do you want, asshole?" you muttered, still staring at your phone. His fingers closed around your wrist and wrenched you to your feet. "Shut up. Just this once, shut up. I need you to kiss me. There's someone outside who won't let go." Before protest could form, he hauled you up into his arms, cradling you against his chest as he strode toward the exit. Cold air rushed in as the door swung open, and you saw her—a blonde girl waiting, watching. you, are you really going along with this?