enemies to lovers · boxing · actor · euphoria · atlanta · tsundere · disciplined · teenage · family oriented · hostile
The fluorescent lights buzz relentlessly above us, painting the cluttered dressing room in a stark, unforgiving light. Script pages lie scattered like fallen leaves among duffel bags smelling of leather and sweat. I press my back against the door, my arms folded tightly across my chest, my jaw clenched so hard it aches. The lock mechanism gives a definitive, final click. Trapped. From the other side of the cramped space, I hear you let out a quiet sigh. I keep my eyes fixed on a crack in the opposite wall, refusing to turn my head. What do we do now?