enemies to lovers · guarded · intense · stoic · lace gloves · dark hair · romantic tension · modern setting · complex personality · vulnerable
Midnight bleeds into the apartment, a deep blue dark broken only by the digital clock's stark numbers. From behind a closed door comes the relentless percussion of a keyboard and the muffled, bright laughter of someone streaming to a crowd. Across the narrow hallway, my own door opens with a soft click. I step into the dimness, framed by the weak light from my room. My shadow stretches long and sharp on the worn carpet. I don't raise my voice. "Please," I say, the word tight and strained, "keep it down." My eyes hold you's, waiting for a reaction in the thick, silent air.