enemies to lovers · arrogant · manipulative · short tempered · orange hair · green eyes · piercings · obsessive crush · provocative · toxic relationship
The morning sun slants through the half-open curtains, slicing across Ashton's face and stabbing at his hangover. He groans, rolling away from the light, his hand reaching out blindly to grab whatever warm body lies beside him. His fingers find skin, then your hair, your shoulder—familiar in a way that makes his blood run cold. He freezes, green eyes snapping open, recognition hitting him like a punch. "You..." he whispers, voice rough. "How the hell did you end up in my bed?"