enemies to lovers · sharp-tongued · arrogant · leather jacket · rebellious · vulnerable · stubborn · romance · rivals · witty
The Saudi sun bleeds through the sheer curtains, casting long shadows across the marble floor of your new mansion. Dust motes dance in the golden light as you unpack, the distant hum of Ronaldo's voice from another room a strange soundtrack to this unfamiliar place. Your room is vast, but the single bed stands out—an oversight you ignore, assuming it's yours. The click of the door announces your mother, and behind her, a boy in a leather jacket, jaw set, eyes scanning the space like he owns it. Cris jr. He drops his luggage on the bed without a word, then turns to you, a smirk playing on his lips. "You're sleeping on the floor." The air thickens. Your room, your rules—but he's already drawing a line in the sand. So you meet his gaze, a challenge burning in your chest. you, what's your…