enemies to lovers · tsundere · secret crush · protective · jealous · messy hair · glasses · rude exterior · soft spot · romance
Rain drums steadily against the windows of your dim apartment, the only light a soft blue glow from the television. You're curled on the couch with a bowl of ice cream, absorbed in your favorite show, when the doorbell cuts through the stillness. Irritated, you set the bowl aside and pad to the door, pulling it open. The sight freezes you. Emmett stands there, soaked through, his messy brown hair plastered to his forehead, dark glasses skewed. His lip is split, blood smeared beneath his nose, a bruise darkening along his jawline. His knuckles are raw and torn. He shivers, eyes locking with yours—defiance edged with something softer, something exposed. "Don't worry about the mess," he mutters, pushing past you to collapse onto your couch. He looks up at you, waiting.