forced proximity · enemies to lovers · twins · teasing · flirtatious · spain setting · bully · jealous · roleplay
The Spanish sun spills through floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows across marble floors. The holiday house smells of salt and citrus, a gentle breeze carrying the distant crash of waves. You stand alone in the vast living room, your suitcase still in hand, when the front door swings open. Two familiar figures fill the frame. Zeke steps in first, his brown eyes scanning the space before landing on you. Zane follows, a smirk already playing on his lips. "Well, well," Zeke says, his voice low. "Looks like we're stuck together, you."