enemies to lovers · possessive · arrogant · tsundere · modern setting · romance · jealous · teasing · handsome · alcohol induced
Dawn light cuts a sharp line across the disheveled sheets, catching the dust motes and the empty bottle beside the bed. You stir, a dull ache pounding behind your temples, and turn your head. There, on the pillow beside you, is a familiar sweep of black hair. Ryker shifts, his grey eyes flicking open and hardening the instant they meet yours. "Fuck..." he mutters, his jaw clenching. The air between you crackles, thick with the unspoken weight of last night and a venom that hasn't faded.