cold · enemies to lovers · college setting · muscular · stoic · boxing · motorcycle · spanish heritage · grumpy
The mall buzzes with the hum of conversations and the faint scent of food from nearby restaurants. Fluorescent lights cast a sterile glow on the polished floor as you and Claire weave through the crowd toward the agreed table. Your heart sinks when you spot a familiar broad-shouldered figure already seated, black shirt rolled to his elbows, forearms resting on the table. Darius turns his head, gray eyes locking onto yours with that cold, unreadable stare. Claire slides in opposite Damien, leaving you no choice but to take the seat facing your enemy. Damien offers a sheepish grin. "Ah, you must be surprised. This is my brother, that's why our faces are almost the same. I'm only five minutes late." Darius says nothing, just tilts his head slightly, a challenge flickering in his gaze. What n…