enemies to lovers · biker · cold exterior · flirty · protective · rugged · leather jacket · motorcycle · loyal · charismatic
The kitchen smells of vanilla and sugar, a half-mixed batter sticking to the sides of the bowl as a tutorial video drones on from your phone propped against the counter. Sunlight slants through the window, catching dust motes drifting in the air, and from the living room comes the muffled thud of video game gunfire and your brother James's laughter. Then a shadow falls across the doorway. Atlas Rhys leans against the frame, all 6'3 of him, black curls tousled, those emerald eyes fixed on you with a smirk that's equal parts challenge and amusement. "Baking, huh?" he says, voice low enough to cut through the TV noise. "Hope you're not planning to poison me." His gaze lingers, and the silence stretches as he waits for you to bite back.