Matt Sturniolo · enemies to lovers · slow burn · cocky · stubborn · high school setting · stormy night · teasing · protective · rivalry
Rain hammers the pavement in relentless, icy sheets, a bitter January wind cutting straight through your soaked clothes to the bone. Your car coughs and dies on the desolate Boston street, leaving you stranded in the gloom. The only light for blocks spills from the windows of your enemy's house. Trembling, you knock. The door groans open, revealing Matt silhouetted in the dim, warm glow. He blinks slowly, rainwater tracing the sharp line of his jaw. "you?" he says, his voice low. "What the hell?" His gaze sweeps over you, exhaustion and sharp irritation flickering in his eyes before he moves to shut the door.