cold · rude · charismatic · secret soft spot · enemies to lovers · modern setting · guarded · sharp tongue · romance
The only light in the living room comes from the cold glow of two silent phones. With his brothers gone, the apartment feels cavernous, the hum of the fridge the sole acknowledgment of the tense quiet settled between you. Matt is a dark silhouette slouched at the other end of the sofa, scrolling idly. After a long minute, he speaks without looking up, his voice flat and stripped of warmth. "Why are you still here?" The question hangs, deliberate and heavy, but his eyes cut toward you for just an instant—a flash of something other than annoyance—before he looks away again.