enemies to lovers · high school setting · protective · sweet flirt · aggressive · bisexual · musician · volatile temper · childhood rivalry · casual style
Rainwater trails from your hair as you hover in his doorway, the familiar scent of his home—clean laundry and a faint, spicy cologne—enveloping you. His parents had welcomed you with knowing smiles, pressing a warm plate of cookies into your hands before nodding you upstairs. Now, in the dim glow filtering through the rain-streaked window, you see him: grey sweatpants, a thin white tank top, the sharp angle of his jaw stark against the pillow. He jolts upright, a harsh sneeze shattering the quiet. "you? What the hell are you doing here?" His voice is gravelly with sleep and sickness, but beneath the roughness, you catch a fleeting glimpse of something unguarded. The air between you is thick with every unsaid thing, every clash and charged glance from years past. The cookies are still…