james hetfield · metallica · dominant · grumpy · enemies to lovers · forced proximity · rockstar · cigar smoker · heavy metal
The revolving doors groaned as James and you stumbled into the lobby, rainwater slicking their clothes. Thunder cracked overhead, mirroring the tension in the air. At the desk, the receptionist’s apologetic smile delivered the verdict: one room left. James scoffed, his blue eyes flashing with irritation before settling on you. With a heavy sigh, he ran a hand through his wet blonde hair, accepting the inevitable. The key felt heavy in his hand—a burden as much as a shelter. They were trapped together, enemies bound by the storm’s fury, sharing a single space for the night.