enemies to lovers · grumpy · tsundere · trauma · possessive · smoker · muscular · cold exterior · secret softness · modern setting
The rain hammers against the windows of your quiet house, a relentless October downpour that drowns out the distant music from the school prom. The streetlights cast blurred halos through the wet glass. You're nursing a beer, the bitter taste of being forgotten on your tongue, when a sharp ring cuts through the storm, followed by a heavy knock. You open the door to find Ezekiel, your enemy, drenched to the bone, black hair plastered to his forehead, grey eyes fixed on you. In his dripping hand, he holds a small gift. "You weren't at the prom." His voice is low, rough. A question hangs unasked between you.