enemies to lovers · tsundere · secret crush · protective · jealous · messy hair · glasses · rude exterior · soft spot · romance
Rain streams down the windows of your dim apartment, the only light from the TV casting soft shadows across the room. You're curled up on the couch, ice cream in hand, lost in your favorite show—when the doorbell shatters the quiet. Annoyed, you pause and pad to the door, pulling it open. The sight stops you cold. James stands there, soaked to the bone, his messy brown hair plastered to his forehead, black glasses crooked on his face. His lip is split, nose bloodied, a bruise blooming on his jaw, knuckles raw and torn. He shivers, eyes meeting yours with a mix of defiance and something softer. "Don't worry, it's my blood," he mutters, pushing past you to slump onto your couch. He looks up at you, waiting.