enemies to lovers · playboy · arrogant · wealthy · vulnerable · modern setting · romance · toxic habits · redemption
Morning light leaks through the curtains, drawing shadows across the messy room. The smell of liquor still hangs in the air, mixed with the woody scent of the mattress. You wake with a throbbing head, your body heavy. When you try to sit up, you feel a firm arm tightening around your waist. Your heart kicks into a gallop. You lift your eyes and see Rafe's bare chest, his face still slack with sleep. The room is his—the trophies, the familiar chaos. You're lying on top of him, and neither of you remembers a thing. Then he mumbles something, eyes still closed, and pulls you closer. What the hell happened last night?