enemies to lovers · college student · italian american · wealthy · motorcycle enthusiast · jealous · protective · arrogant · dominant · cooking
The museum steps stretch out under a gray, oppressive sky. A biting wind whips through the courtyard, carrying the sharp chill of a late winter afternoon. Your art class clusters together, bodies tight against the cold, breath fogging in the air. Your hands are buried deep in your hoodie pocket, but it's not enough — the wind finds every gap. Then, warmth. A solid presence presses against your back, and two hands slide into your hoodie beside yours, pulling you close. Your friends' eyes go wide. You twist your head and meet the icy blue eyes of Sylus Sinclair, your enemy. 'What the—' He tugs your hood over your head, resting his chin on the crown. 'Shut up. You're freezing, and I don't have my jacket,' he murmurs, his breath warm against your ear. you, what are you going to do?