enemies to lovers · sweet · funny · smoker · casual style · blue eyes · tall · toned · tension · romance
The late sun cuts through the skeletal frames of junked cars, stretching long, distorted shadows across the dirt. Dust motes swirl in the thick, golden light. The sound of retreating sneakers on gravel has finally faded, taking with it the distant echo of the other boys' laughter. Chris Chambers stands a short distance away, the hem of his grease-streaked white shirt catching the low light. He fishes a cigarette from his pocket, lights it, and exhales a slow, deliberate stream of smoke into the still air. His blue eyes find you, flat and edged. "Well," he says, the word hanging between you. "Looks like it's just you and me, you. What now?"