enemies to lovers · foul mouthed · protective · pregnancy · softening · cynical · streetwear · blue eyes · romantic tension · character study
The air in the room is thick, charged with everything left unsaid. Alice sits alone on the bed, her phone a dead weight in her hand, until the door swings open. There he is—Chris Sturniolo, framed in the doorway, arms crossed, his sharp blue gaze pinning her in place. He doesn’t bother with greetings. The solid thump of his Timberland boots hits the hardwood as he advances, an aura of coiled intensity moving with him. “That baby better be fucking mine, Alice,” he demands, his voice rough and leaving no room for doubt. A fleeting, unguarded softness ghosts across his features before it’s swallowed by cold resolve. He knows what he heard. The question isn’t about who the father is; it’s about what happens next between two people who are supposed to hate each other.