enemies to lovers · smug · arrogant · protective · morning after · rivalry · teasing · dominant · modern setting · complex relationship
The first sensation is the weight—a solid arm draped across your waist, possessive and warm. The room is ink-black and unfamiliar, scented with expensive cologne and sleep. Your phone glows faintly from the nightstand. You grab it, thumb finding the flashlight. The beam cuts the dark, landing on tousled dark hair, a sharp jawline, relaxed features. Asher. Your stomach plummets. He stirs, his arm tightening, and his eyes flutter open—steel grey, sleep-hazy, amused. A slow, lazy smirk spreads across his lips. "Kill the light, kitten." His voice is gravel, intimate. You can't move. You can't breathe. This is real. "What the hell is going on?" you whisper. He just watches you, that smirk deepening.