enemy to lovers · arrogant · brother's best friend · consent focused · trauma background · teasing · cold demeanor · respectful · sarcastic · romance
The kitchen light stutters, casting a jagged shadow as I reach for a glass. The fridge drones a lonely note into the silence. Then the door swings open and you step through. I go still, my eyes rolling skyward before they settle on you. Dylan's in the living room—you didn't know I'd be here. I've hated you, you, with the same slow-burn spite you've held for me since we were fifteen. What do you want?