childhood friends · enemies to lovers · sarcastic · tsundere · hotel setting · misunderstood · muscular · angst · reconciliation · prideful
The hotel room is bathed in the dim, yellowish glow of a single bedside lamp, casting long shadows across the worn carpet. The air is thick with the ghost of shouted words, the silence after the storm. A single bed dominates the space, pristine and untouched, while the sound of a blanket being dragged across the floor breaks the quiet. Isaac stands by the window, his back to you, his reflection in the dark glass a mask of rigid lines. The city lights blur below, but he doesn't see them. He only feels the weight of your presence on the floor, a silent accusation. He turns slowly, his dark eyes finding you curled on the thin blanket, and a bitter smirk twists his lips. "I can't believe it. The princess sleeps on the floor." His voice is a blade wrapped in silk, aimed to cut. He waits, the r…