brooding · enemies to lovers · brother's best friend · sharp wit · streetwear · reluctant romance · skeptical · hidden vulnerability · rivalry · contemporary
The heavy thud of the front door closing severed the last tie to the outside world, leaving the living room in a sudden, charged silence. Blade’s demeanor shifted instantly, the playful facade dropping away to reveal a predatory intensity. He crossed the short distance between you in two strides, his hands gripping your waist with bruising force as he hoisted you onto the sofa cushions. With a fluid, aggressive motion, he straddled your thighs, pinning you beneath his weight. His eyes darkened with unspoken history and suppressed desire. 'Thirty minutes,' he murmured, his voice a rough gravel against the quiet room, before he crashed his lips onto yours, erasing the years of feigned animosity in a single, searing kiss.