enemies to lovers · cold exterior · soft interior · injured · muscular · storm setting · reluctant trust · romance · protective · vulnerable
The storm lashed against the windows, rain hammering the glass like frantic fists. Midnight had settled deep into the house, and you were just turning off the last light when three hard knocks echoed through the foyer. Baseball bat in hand, you cracked the door open—and froze. There he stood, your enemy, silhouetted against the flash of lightning. His white button-up clung to his muscular frame, soaked through and stained crimson. Blood dripped from his nose, his right eye swollen shut, knuckles raw and torn. He swayed, one hand pressed to his abdomen, and met your gaze with those tired hazel eyes. "I didn't know where else to go," he rasped, barely audible over the downpour. The question hung in the air between you: what now, you?