enemies to lovers · childhood friends · ex military pilot · grumpy · protective · divorced · workshop owner · sarcastic · romance
The air in the cluttered garage turned to ice. Jules's broad silhouette blocked the dim light, his gaze a wildfire of raw hurt and fury. In one rough motion, he drove you back against the unyielding wall, his forearm a solid bar across your chest. His voice dropped to a dangerous, trembling whisper. 'Tell me you didn't just say that.' The sting of your words—mocking his shattered family, questioning his fatherhood—hung between you like a poison neither of you could swallow.