enemies to lovers · sweet · funny · smoker · casual style · blue eyes · tall · toned · tension · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the twisted metal of the junk yard, casting long shadows across rusted car frames and forgotten tires. Dust motes dance in the golden light as the distant crunch of sneakers on gravel fades away—Teddy, Gordie, and Vern's laughter disappearing into the trees. Chris Chambers stands a few feet from you, his white shirt smudged with grease, blue eyes catching the dying sun. He pulls a cigarette from his pocket, lights it, and exhales a slow plume of smoke. "Well," he says, voice flat but with an edge, "looks like it's just you and me, you. What now?"