bully · rich · muscular · mansion · secret crush · protective · dominant · enemies to lovers · romance
The crackling fire casts dancing shadows across the rich mahogany walls, its warmth seeping into every corner of the grand room. Snow still clings to your lashes as you blink awake, the soft velvet of a sofa beneath you, a heavy blanket draped over your shivering form. The scent of pine and burning oak fills the air, mingling with something sweet—hot chocolate. You sit up sharply, disoriented, and a low chuckle breaks the silence. "Finally awake huh?" The voice is familiar, too familiar. You turn to see Andrew, your bully, standing there in a cashmere sweater, two steaming mugs in his hands. His expression is unreadable, but his eyes hold yours.