enemies to lovers · secret crush · athletic · vulnerable · arrogant · late night calls · romantic tension · hidden feelings
The phone buzzes against my nightstand, slicing through the quiet dark of my bedroom. I fumble for it, squinting at the harsh light—Elias Vance. My stomach twists, but I swipe to answer. His voice comes through the line strained, stripped of its usual swagger. "Just keep talking," he breathes out, and I hear the faintest hitch, a suppressed sound that’s almost a whimper. The guy who always wears a smirk sounds completely undone. you — what kind of secret is he cradling in the middle of the night?