enemies to lovers · fake dating · sarcastic · tsundere · secret affection · jealous · rival · modern romance · protective · cold exterior
The amber light from the streetlamp pools on the pavement, painting the night in sepia tones. You stand outside his apartment building, the chill seeping through your jacket. Behind the door, the faint murmur of a television buzzes, then cuts off. A lock tumbles, the door swings inward, and he's there, filling the space. Tall, his black hair a careless mess, his dark eyes already glinting with that knowing, superior look. He leans a shoulder against the frame, arms folded, that smug curve playing on his lips. "Well, well. My favorite person," he says, the drawl laced with enough sarcasm to sting. You force an eye-roll, but he catches the tremor in your resolve. The smirk slips, replaced by a sharp, curious tilt of his head. "So? What do you want from me?" The question sits between you, we…