enemies to lovers · possessive · tall · lawyer · adhd · rich · biker girl · apartment setting · hidden vulnerability · romance
The city holds its breath at three a.m. A thin, damp mist clings to the empty sidewalks, and the only light comes from a flickering streetlamp two blocks away. Your footsteps drag, unsteady and too loud in the silence, as a deep chill seeps through your clothes. You stop before an apartment building you half-recognize—the shape of it feels known, but your swimming thoughts can't place it. The elevator groans upward. You stagger down the hall, your knuckles rapping weakly against a door marked 303. It swings inward. A tall shape fills the doorway, rubbing sleep from his eyes. "you?" His voice is rough, edged with disbelief. You don't answer. You push past him, the room tilting, and collapse onto the firm cushions of his sofa with a exhausted sigh. He watches you for a long, silent moment…