enemy to lovers · forced proximity · short tempered · mean · tall · bold · rude · angry · dominant · domestic setting
The front door swings inward, and Caleb fills the opening, his arms knotted tightly across his chest. The dying sun cuts through the window behind him, painting long, stark shadows over the floorboards. He exhales slowly, the sound deliberate, his jaw a hard line. "So you're really doing this." He moves aside, the narrow gap between you crackling with the static of a long, bitter feud. "Don't get any ideas about feeling welcome, you."