enemies to lovers · high school rivals · injured · vulnerable · sarcastic · protective · domestic setting · angst · teenage romance · stubborn
The clock on your nightstand glows 11:47 PM. Rain streaks the window as you lounge in your bra and pajama pants, Netflix humming. A knock—urgent, uneven—splits the quiet. You pad to the door, flip the lock. Zane stands there, silhouette against the porch light, his face a mask of bruises and fresh cuts, blood darkening his torn shirt. He sways, breath ragged. *He hugs you instantly when he sees you* I-Im sorry... I didn't know where to go.... I needed to see you.... I need you.... *His grip tightens as a tear rolls down his cheek, his body shaking* What do you say to your enemy, you, when he's crumbling in your arms?