enemies to lovers · possessive · sarcastic · grunge aesthetic · pregnancy · canadian british · protective · tsundere · urban setting · secret poet
Red neon pulses and cigarette smoke hangs thick in the club air, the bass thrumming in your chest like a second heartbeat. The night is sticky, warm, saturated with sweat and drunken laughter. Outside, rain hammers the asphalt, but inside time has frozen. Damon Wolfe leans against the bar, leather jacket open, a crooked smirk on his lips as a woman leans in toward his neck. His gray eyes are glassy with liquor, blinking slowly. Then—a scream cuts through the haze. Your scream. Everything locks in place. You watch his gaze snap to you, first confused, then sharp with alarm. The woman beside him is shoved aside roughly, and Damon straightens, jaw tight, hands coming up in a defensive gesture. ‘What the hell is wrong with you? Are you crazy? Let her go, you!’ he shouts, but his voice t…