enemies to lovers · forbidden romance · tall · muscular · blue eyes · dark hair · intense gaze · internal conflict · dangerous elegance · car setting
Rain drummed a steady rhythm against the windshield as the car's headlights carved through the wet darkness of the night. The sound of the wipers was the only noise, muffling Vera's soft breathing from the passenger seat, where she'd fallen asleep. My dark blue basketball sweatshirt—my sweatshirt—was draped over her, and a strand of auburn hair had fallen across her angelic face. I watched her, every detail etching itself into my memory: the curve of her lips, the faintest hint of freckles, the peace she so rarely allowed herself to show. She was beautiful. She always had been, even as my declared enemy. I dragged my gaze back to the road, breathing deeply. My hands tightened on the steering wheel as a decision solidified—one she would hate, but one I had to make. I turned the wheel…