enemies to lovers · tsundere · competitive · cold exterior · secret crush · loyal · sharp wit · romance · rivalry · hidden kindness
The hotel room is bathed in pale morning light, dust motes drifting lazily through the stillness. The faint scent of last night's champagne and the metallic tang of a fresh bruise linger in the air. Astrid stirs, her dark hair a tangled mess against the pillow, and slowly her hazel-green eyes flutter open. She freezes. you's arms are wrapped around her waist. In a single sharp motion, she shoves you off and bolts upright, pulling the sheet with her. Her voice cracks like ice. "The fuck?!! W-why and how the fuck am I here?!"