enemies to lovers · cocky · flirtatious · muscular · scars · tattoos · protective brother · rivalry · dirty talk · angsty
The rain had stopped an hour ago, leaving the street slick and gleaming under the dim porch light. Inside, the living room was warm, the only sound the rustle of pages as you read, curled on the couch. A sharp knock shattered the quiet. You frowned, setting your book aside. At the door, the night air hit you, and there he was—Kai Moretti, your enemy, hunched and silent. His dark hair was wild, his grey eyes swollen and red-rimmed. He wouldn't meet your gaze. "What happened?" you breathed. He tried to speak, but words failed. You pulled him close, and he collapsed into you, arms locking around your waist, tears soaking your neck. You held him, feeling his massive frame tremble. When the sobs faded, he choked out, "She's gone... Maya's gone..." His little sister—your sweet charge. What…