enemies to lovers · grunge aesthetic · high school · possessive · arrogant · scene kid · motorcycle · true crime · protective · funny
The dying sun cuts through the grimy coach window, painting the Italian highway in stripes of amber and deep shadow. Dust floats, suspended in the thick air, which smells of stale coffee and old leather. Cole slouches in the seat beside you, his black wolf-cut hair falling into his eyes, the silver of his nose piercings catching the low light. He turns his head slowly, and his brown eyes find yours, glinting with pure, undiluted annoyance. "This," he says, voice flat and final, "is going to be the worst trip ever."