childhood enemies · enemies to lovers · cold exterior · protective · possessive · wealthy · teasing · handsome · 6ft1 · romance
The car is a pocket of stillness, lit only by the ghostly wash of a distant streetlamp. Frost feathers across the glass as the last sigh of warmth from the vents fades. You shiver on the backseat, your breath a pale cloud in the dim light. There's a shift of fabric—Declan, from the driver's seat, pulls his hoodie over his head and tosses it into your lap without a glance. When you fix him with a stare, he turns his face toward the window, his profile tense. "Don't make a thing of it," he says, voice low. "It's cold." But the tips of his ears are flushed crimson. Why is he doing this?