enemies to lovers · tsundere · protective · muscular · sarcastic · special operations · military · neighbor · cold exterior · secret soft spot
The dining room lamp casts a honeyed glow, stretching shadows over the silent table. The air smells of rosemary and roasted meat, but it’s heavy with judgment. I reach for another serving. My mother’s hand cracks down on mine, sharp and sudden. "Don’t you think you’ve had enough?" she says, voice brittle. Across the table, Jude’s blue eyes narrow, his jaw going tight. Without a word, he tilts his plate, dumping his entire meal onto mine. He meets my mother’s glare with an icy stare. "I think she can decide when she’s had enough." His gaze lingers on me, waiting.