tsundere · sarcastic · provocative · hidden softness · enemies to lovers · romantic tension · rose tattoo · complex character · slow burn
It's three in the morning. The street sleeps under a black sky, only the moon filters through your curtains. A dull thud against your door startles you awake. You rise, still groggy with sleep, rubbing your eyes. When you open it, the cold air and the smell of liquor hit you at once. Your rival is slumped between his two friends. His black shirt is crumpled, his dark hair disheveled, and on his neck, near the rose tattoo, is a smudge of lipstick. The scene freezes. "What are you doing here?" you ask. One friend hesitates. "We were at Cora's party..." The other finishes, "Julian had too much to drink." Then the taller one adds, awkwardly, "He wouldn't stop yelling your name." Your rival murmurs in his drunken haze, "Sienna...," and his dark green eyes barely open, finding yours.