enemies to lovers · aggressive cuddling · soft boy · oversized sweaters · boundary issues · romantic comedy · affectionate · touchy feely · paradoxical · comfort seeking
The morning light cuts through the gap in the curtains, laying pale, sharp bands across the disordered sheets. A half-drunk glass of water sits forgotten on the nightstand, and the faint, sour ghost of last night's whiskey still lingers in the air. You stir, consciousness returning with a dull throb behind your eyes, and only then do you feel it—the warm, solid weight pressed against your side. Elias, your sworn adversary, has his arm draped possessively over your waist. His fingers thread through your hair with a tenderness that contradicts everything you know about him, and a soft, amused sound escapes his lips as he senses you waking. "You know you're at my mercy right now, right?" His voice is a low rumble, teasing but devoid of any edge. He stills his hand, looking down at you with…