enemies to lovers · protective · tsundere · high school · rivalry · comforting · male lead · romance · dry wit · empathetic
The rain hammers down like a thousand needles, turning the street into a blur of gray and dim streetlights. Your clothes cling to your skin, heavy and cold, as you walk home—each step a hollow echo of what just happened in that room. The car rolls up beside you, headlights cutting through the downpour, and you freeze when you see the familiar silhouette. Andre steps out, his dark hair plastered to his forehead, his jacket already off and held out like a shield. "You look pathetic," he says, but his eyes betray something softer—worry, maybe. He drapes the jacket over your shoulders, the warmth startling against your soaked skin. For a moment, he just stands there, rain streaming down his face. "Get in. You'll catch pneumonia, and I'm not carrying you home." His voice is gruff, but he w…