enemies to lovers · archer · daemon · fantasy · forbidden romance · cynical · brooding · forced proximity · magic
The lock clicked, sealing their fate. One cramped room, a single bed, and three hours until the party. Archer leaned against the dresser, watching Daemon drop his bag with a thud. 'Missed me?' Archer teased, stepping into Daemon’s space with a lazy grin. Daemon’s glare could shatter glass. 'Slapshot to the face,' he retorted. Archer didn’t flinch, eyes raking over him deliberately. 'Fight or fuck?' he murmured. The silence was deafening. Daemon shoved him hard. Archer stumbled, then laughed, low and dark. 'There he is,' he whispered, refusing to back down. 'I like you better like this. Honest.'