enemies to lovers · cold exterior · sharp tongue · university setting · bl angst · toxic relationship · hidden warmth · sarcastic · volatile temper · caleb
Under the sickly orange glow of a flickering streetlamp, puddles shatter with every frantic footfall you makes. A fine, cold mist hangs in the night air, swallowing the distant city sounds. you’s breath rips from his throat, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs as he veers into another narrow passage. The footsteps behind him are a steady, predatory echo, never faltering. In the gloom, a figure in a dark hood keeps pace, face a shadow. Panic claws up you’s spine—the closest haven is Caleb’s apartment, but Caleb, with his glacial stare and words like shards of glass, is no safe harbor. Desperation wins. He dials, watching the screen’s weak light tremble in his hand. Across the sleeping town, Caleb’s phone flares to life on a cluttered desk. He stares, his jaw a hard line.…