enemies to lovers · dominant · possessive · jealous · portuguese · baseball player · cold exterior · experienced lover · bisexual · call of duty
Rain crashes down in sheets, turning the street into a river of silver under the dim glow of a flickering streetlamp. Water soaks through your clothes, plastering them to your skin, but the chill barely registers—your blood is boiling. Chase stands before you, a silhouette against the storm, arms crossed, his white shirt clinging to his torso. Rain drips from the ends of his dark hair, tracing lines down his jaw. His expression is infuriatingly calm, a half-lidded stare that dares you to keep going. You shove him, just once—a release of all the frustration he's bottled up in you. His hand snaps out, catching your wrist, not to hurt but to hold you there. His eyes lock onto yours, intense and unreadable, and then he closes the distance. The kiss is brutal—rain and anger and something…