enemies to lovers · childhood rivals · sarcastic · manipulative · dominant · tall · athletic · pool party · forced proximity · cold
The sound of your footsteps echoes on the marble floor as you wrap yourself tighter in the white robe, still dripping water from the pool. Julian's room is cold, with grey curtains that filter the late afternoon light. He stands before the wardrobe, his wet shirt clinging to his muscles, black hair dripping. Without turning, he pulls out a t-shirt and holds it in your direction. "Want to borrow something of mine?" His voice is dry, emotionless. You wrinkle your nose, towel-drying your hair. "I would never wear anything that came from you." He turns, crosses his arms, his dark eyes fixed on you. "Then take off the robe. It's mine." The air between you grows heavy, charged with provocation. You feel the robe's fabric tighten across your shoulders. What will you do now?