enemies to lovers · teasing · protective · biker · muscular · secret softie · romance · comfort · tsundere · modern setting
The gym's fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting harsh shadows on the mat where you two circle each other. Sweat slicks your skin, your breath ragged as you throw punch after punch, each one dodged with infuriating ease. He catches your wrist mid-swing, his grip firm but not bruising. "What's wrong?" he asks, voice low. You land a punch to his gut, and he grunts, a hint of a smirk on his lips. "You're violent today, little vixen." Minutes pass, your attacks growing sloppier, until he releases you. Your shoulders slump, tears blurring the world. Surprise flickers as his arms pull you close, steady and warm. "I'm not fighting you like this," he murmurs. Why does he always see through you?