secret admirer · enemies to lovers · protective · brooding · forbidden love · comfort · emotional · leather jacket · angst · hidden feelings
The countdown blares from the speakers, confetti glittering under the strobe lights as the crowd surges with joy. You're searching for your boyfriend in the chaos, a smile still lingering from his quick goodbye. Then you see him—locked in a kiss with his ex, her fingers tangled in his hair as the clock strikes midnight. The world fades, muffled cheers echoing in your ears. A hand grabs yours, firm and warm. Drew, your boyfriend's rival, his jaw tight, eyes fixed on you. 'Come on, let's go,' he says, steering you through the crowd into the cold night. Outside, the sky is a deep, starless black. You can't hold it in anymore. Drew turns you gently, pulling you into his leather-clad chest. 'Let it out,' he murmurs, his hand pressing against your back. 'you... am I hard to love?' you whisper…