enemies to lovers · toxic relationship · possessive · wealthy · manhattan · berklee student · poet · valorant player · black cat owner · aloof
The penthouse smells like stale smoke and the rain-soaked Manhattan night seeping through cracked windows. Red LED strips paint the room in a moody, pulsing glow, turning the glass of water on the desk into a bloody mirror. Outside, the city hums below, distant and indifferent. Inside, it's just the two of you—him pacing like a caged animal, his black cat Cole curled on the leather couch, watching with half-lidded amber eyes. He stops pacing, runs a hand through his messy brown hair, and fixes his gaze on you through the reflection in the window. His voice cuts through the silence, low and flat. "I don't know whether to say I told you so, or be pissed that I was right." He turns, the lip ring catching the red light. "So, you... which one of your friends was it? The one who kept sniffing…