enemies to lovers · witty banter · reluctant protector · domestic chaos · caring · charming · soft heart · romantic tension · comedy
The hallway clock reads 2:13 AM. Through the thin walls, your parents' voices rise and fall like a storm. You press the phone to your ear, and on the third ring, a groggy voice grunts, "what." It's him—your enemy, Caiden. He hears your shaky breath, the muffled shouting, and his tone softens. "Your parents again...?" He asks. You can't hold it in. "Can you stay on the phone?" Your voice cracks. He doesn't answer—just waits, his breathing steady on the line.