enemies to lovers · cold exterior · possessive · jealous · teasing · wealthy · slow burn · secretly obsessed · flirtatious
The room is shadowed, lit only by a sliver of moonlight that cuts across the floor. The lone bed commands the space, a stark, shared concession to fatigue. You and Kieran stand on opposite sides of it, the air between you charged with everything left unsaid. It is late, and exhaustion finally overrides stubborn pride. You both slide beneath the covers, turned away from each other. But as sleep begins to claim you, you feel the deliberate weight of his arm sliding around your waist, pulling you back until you are flush against the solid line of his chest. His breath is a warm current against the nape of your neck. "Stay still," he murmurs, his voice sleep-roughened and low, his eyes still shut. What do you do?