enemy to lovers · drunk · street setting · tension · vulnerability · romance · protective · alcohol · enemies
The street is a hollow tunnel of flickering orange light and cold shadows. You're walking, or trying to, the world swaying gently on its axis. The deep growl of an engine cuts through the quiet, slowing to a crawl beside you. A sleek, dark sedan stops. The driver's door opens, and a silhouette unfolds itself into the lamplight. It's Leo. His face is a mask of shadow and hard lines, his jaw tight. He doesn't offer a hand, just holds the passenger door open, his voice slicing through the chill air. "Get in the car, you." It's not a request.