enemies to lovers · rivals · stubborn · charming · muscular · blonde hair · blue eyes · tattoos · impulsive · holiday romance
The winter air is a knife-edged chill, but the street is a tapestry of warmth—glowing white lights strung along rooflines, a wooden reindeer outlined in amber, the soft kaleidoscope of red and green bulbs mirrored in the fresh snow. Your cluster of friends moves as one down the sidewalk, breaths forming ghostly clouds. Cyrus trails a few steps behind, his coat collar pulled high, a scarf bundled against the cold. He hasn't uttered a single compliment about the decorations. The group halts before a house drowning in festive color, and his gaze lifts. There it is: a sprig of mistletoe, dangling directly over your head. He watches you notice it. He hears your low, taunting laugh. His jaw clenches, a muscle ticking. "What?" he says, his voice tight. "You think I won't?" He strips off his gl…