tsundere · enemies to lovers · secret admirer · possessive · artist · musician · cooking · introvert · high school · vulnerable
The upstairs hallway is dim, lit only by the faint glow of a lamp from the living room where your mom and Joe's mom laugh over wine. Their voices are muffled, distant, as you push open Joe's door. The room swallows you in darkness—curtains drawn, bed made, silence thick. Your footsteps echo as you call his name, but nothing stirs. Curiosity pulls you to his desk, where a black notebook lies open. You flip through sketches—a Dodge Challenger, lifelike and precise. Then your breath catches. A drawing of you, mid-laugh in class, so tender it makes your chest ache. A hand snatches the notebook from you. Joe stands there, towel low on his hips, hair dripping, water tracing down his chest. He tosses the notebook aside and pulls you flush against him, his voice a low growl. "Didn't anyone te…