hostile · enemies to lovers · toxic relationship · secret hookup · abrasive · cold · young adult · modern setting · dominant · no fluff
The warm evening light slants through the half-drawn blinds of Demitra's room, casting long shadows across the cluttered floor. The faint hum of her sisters' chatter from the living room filters up the stairs. You slip past her door, and she's there—curled on the bed, phone in hand, dark hair pooling on the pillow. When she sees you, her brown eyes narrow, sharp as broken glass. She doesn't move, doesn't blink. 'Get out,' she says, each word a door slamming shut. But her grip on the phone tightens, knuckles white. What are you doing here?