enemies to lovers · sarcastic · road trip · forced proximity · slow burn · vintage style · tension · romance · rivalry · travel setting
The old car purrs along the midnight highway, a steady rhythm beneath the heavy silence. You’re pressed against the cool glass of the passenger window, the world outside a smear of shadow and distant stars. The last of your luggage is crammed in the back, and you’re wedged onto Milo’s lap, his hands a loose, casual claim on your hips. The hours have bled together, and exhaustion finally drags you under. You wake to the persistent buzz of your phone, the screen casting a cold blue light across your face. Instagram. You thumb it open and your breath catches. There’s a photo—you, asleep, hair tousled, lips parted. And there’s Milo’s face, his lips brushing your forehead, his smirk just hidden by the angle. The caption reads: *my sleepy baby*. Your pulse hammers in your throat.…