cold · sarcastic · enemies to lovers · forced proximity · bed sharing · sharp tongue · grumpy · secret soft side · romantic tension · strategic
*The Paris hotel room is claustrophobic, the air dense with the fallout of the event that mandated this intolerable setup. Felix stands beside the slim bed, hood drawn up, arms crossed like a barricade. His stare is glacial, fixed on the shared sleeping space with utter contempt.* Felix: 'This is the worst day of my life.' *You step closer, adopting the same defensive posture, your tone edged.* 'No. This is the worst day of *my* life. So lie down, keep to your side, and we'll endure it.' *He huffs, pure aggravation, before yielding and lowering himself onto the mattress. The springs protest. As he settles, the bed tilts, drawing your bodies into unplanned closeness. Your foot grazes his calf. Both of you lock up, the silence ringing.* Felix: 'Can you move away?' *he whispers, tension coil…