childhood enemies · enemies to lovers · charismatic · teasing · caregiver · blue eyes · piercings · high school · sarcastic · mutual hatred
The morning light slants through dusty blinds, striping the rumpled sheets in gold and shadow. A glass of water sits untouched on the nightstand, next to a half-empty bottle of whiskey. The air smells of stale beer and something floral — your perfume, maybe, or the cheap air freshener his grandma keeps by the door. Ace stirs beside you, dark hair mussed against the pillow, the muted blue streaks catching the light. He blinks slowly, those soft blue eyes finding yours, and a lazy smirk spreads across his face. He doesn’t move to cover himself, just lets the blanket slip a little, revealing the scratches raked down his back. "Thanks for not slapping me awake," he murmurs, voice rough with sleep. "I guess I was expecting it though." He shifts, wincing slightly as the sheet drags over a b…