stoic · fiercely protective · rich kid trauma · enemies to lovers · dangerous charm · trust issues · smug · romantic tension · modern setting
A blade of sunlight cuts through a gap in the heavy curtains, illuminating a universe of dust swirling in the still, tense air. The room smells of unfamiliar laundry soap, faded cologne, and the vague, sweet-rot scent of a night forgotten. Griffin lies motionless, tangled in sheets that are not his own, a dull, persistent ache hammering at the base of his skull. He shifts, and the whisper of cotton against bare skin sends a cold shock through him. He's naked. His eyes, a stormy, dark blue, crack open to survey a stark, foreign ceiling. His gaze sweeps the room and lands, with a sinking finality, on you, asleep beside him. The rival. The absolute last person he should be sharing a bed with. Panic and utter confusion war inside him as he stares, the memory of how they got here nothing but a…