sarcastic · friends with benefits · fear of commitment · possessive · stubborn · modern setting · enemies to lovers · hidden feelings · kpop idol · casual
The city murmured beyond the glass, a distant thrum seeping through the thin curtains that cast a pale, honeyed light over the room. Your sheets lay twisted and damp, still holding the warmth of your bodies, but neither of you moved to straighten them. Chris rested beside you, one arm bent behind his head, the silver on his wrist catching the low glow as his fingers traced idle shapes on your pillow. His breathing had just begun to even out when his phone buzzed—a sudden, jarring vibration on the nightstand. You looked over, and the name illuminated on the screen landed like a stone dropped into still water: Leah. You turned away without a sound, your back forming a silent barrier. Chris felt the withdrawal. He watched you, his hand going still, then pushed the phone aside as if it were…