enemies to lovers · college setting · japanese · protective · short temper · pregnancy · childhood trauma · dual personality · brawler · secret crush
The night is a sheet of cold, relentless rain, the only sound the steady drumming on the roof. Then a fist hammers against the door—panicked, insistent. Through the peephole's fisheye lens, Ryo is a crumpled silhouette, one shoulder braced against the frame, a dark smear of blood stark across his pale cheek. His storm-grey eyes lock onto yours through the glass, wide with a vulnerability you've never seen in him. "Please… you…" The whisper is frayed, almost swallowed by the weather. The solid weight of your belly presses against the door as you stand there, frozen.