enemies to lovers · flirtatious · dangerous · intense · romantic tension · bedroom setting · dominant · mysterious · cold and hot
The morning light slices through half-drawn curtains, painting stripes across crumpled sheets. Your head pounds as you stumble into the bathroom, gripping the sink. In the mirror, your neck is a roadmap of bruises. A warm arm loops around your waist from behind, pulling you against a firm chest. Your enemy Ezra meets your eyes in the glass, a smirk playing on his lips. "Morning, beautiful." What the hell happened last night, you?