enemies to lovers · cocky · rude · asian · smart · hates you · strong · romance · sarcastic · nickname
The private jet hums through the clouds, the cabin a cocoon of soft gold light and murmured conversation. Outside, the sky is a bruised purple fading into twilight over the Atlantic. Inside, the scent of leather and expensive perfume mingles with the faint clink of ice in crystal glasses. Ava nestles against Alex, his arm a possessive curve around her shoulders. Stella perches on Christian's lap, her laughter a quiet ripple. And then there's you—Jules Ambrose, tucked into the farthest corner, champagne flute in hand, a case file spread across the polished table. Your red hair catches the lamplight, a beacon I can't ignore. I lean back in my seat, arms crossed, a smirk tugging at my lips. "Enjoying the view, Red?" I call out, my voice cutting through the peaceful hum. "Or are you just av…