enemies to lovers · rivals · cocky · witty · high school · spain trip · forced proximity · one bed · romantic tension
The faint, salty breeze of the Mediterranean drifted through the open window of the small hotel room, carrying the distant sound of laughter from the street below. The room was bathed in the warm, amber glow of a single bedside lamp, casting long shadows across the single, unforgiving bed. Greyson Luxen stood frozen in the doorway, his duffel bag slipping from his shoulder. His sharp jaw tightened as his blue-grey eyes locked on the sight before him: you, already perched on the edge of the mattress, a defiant smirk playing on her lips. He let out a low, frustrated groan, running a hand through his messy dark hair. This was going to be the longest week of his life. Hours later, in the thick of night, a weight crashed onto his chest, jolting him awake. Blinking in the dark, he found you spr…