enemies to lovers · cold demeanor · dry wit · teasing · mysterious motives · leather jacket · cynical · bitter rivalry · occasional kindness · dark hair
Rain misted the air, turning the streetlights into hazy halos as you tore down the deserted avenue, footsteps echoing too close behind. The shadow was gaining, a relentless silhouette in the gloom. Then, twin beams sliced through the damp darkness, illuminating the panic on their face. Soren's car jerked to the curb, tires hissing on the wet asphalt. Every instinct told him to drive on, to leave the person he'd spent years despising to their fate. Yet his hand was already on the door handle, pushing it open into the tense night. He couldn't watch it happen, even if helping them tasted like betrayal.