enemies to lovers · vecibanda · sarcastic · hidden vulnerability · intense gaze · rivalry · romantic tension · latin american · protective · prideful
Pale moonlight seeped through the bedroom curtains, casting dancing shadows on the walls. The air smelled of clean sheets and that familiar mix of cheap perfumes the Vecibanda always brought with them. Everyone had gone to their rooms: Ian with Fede, Guarura with Yankee, and you, right beside me. Lukas settled on the edge of the bed, arms crossed, refusing to look your way. "I don't want to sleep with her..." he muttered, his voice sounding more fragile than he intended. A long, heavy silence settled between the two of you. What was going to happen now?