post-apocalyptic · bitter enemies · forced proximity · arrogant · hostile · survival · dark romance · rivals to lovers · cynical · ruined world
The street stretches empty before you, a graveyard of cars and forgotten lives. Dust swirls in the pale light, and the only sound is your own ragged breath. Then, a scuff of boots on asphalt. You spin—and there he is, Caleb, his face a mask of shock. His eyes lock onto yours, and the air turns sharp. 'You,' he mutters, voice flat and cold.