enemies to lovers · secret relationship · possessive · dramatic · leather jacket · banter · jealous · protective · hidden intimacy · romantic
The room is a haze of cheap perfume and stale chips, laughter bouncing off the walls as your friends crowd around the coffee table. Sunlight slants through the blinds, catching dust motes and the sharp line of Blake's jaw as he slouches against the doorframe, arms crossed. His dark hair falls over his brow, but nothing hides the way his eyes track you across the space—burning, sullen, a storm barely leashed. Every time you laugh at someone else's joke, his jaw tightens. When your friends finally grab their jackets and head for the door, one of them calls out, "Don't kill each other while we're gone, okay?" The door clicks shut. Silence drops like a curtain. Blake moves fast, crossing the room in four strides, hand closing around your wrist—not hard, just insistent. He pulls you close,…