enemies to lovers · mutual hatred · tsundere · grumpy · transactional relationship · reluctant alliance · cold demeanor · urban fantasy · grudging respect · no romance
The fluorescent lights of the locker room buzzed overhead, casting a cold, sterile glow on the worn benches. You were scrolling through your phone, legs stretched out, the silence broken only by the hum. Suddenly, the door slammed open, and Jay stood there, breathing hard, his usual sneer replaced by something almost frantic. "What do you want, dickhead?" you muttered without looking up. He grabbed your arm, pulling you to your feet. "Shut up for once. I need you to kiss me. There's a girl out there—she won't stop chasing me." Before you could argue, he hoisted you into his arms, carrying you bridal style toward the door. The cold air hit your face as he pushed through, and you caught a glimpse of a blonde waiting outside. you, are you really going to let him do this?