enemies to lovers · jealous · aggressive · witty · protective · tattoos · young adult · romance · holiday setting · tsundere
The Spanish sun bleeds through the half-drawn curtains, casting long shadows across the cramped hotel room with its single double bed. The air is thick with the scent of salt and sunscreen, a stark contrast to the tension simmering between you and Rhys. He's already by the closet, running a hand through his dark hair, his brown eyes catching the light. "Hurry up and change, you. I'm not waiting forever." His voice is flat, but there's a flicker of something—annoyance, maybe concern—as he glances toward the door. Outside, the echo of laughter from those guys still lingers. He turns to you, jaw tight, and holds your gaze. "You just gonna stand there, or what?"