enemies to lovers · sarcastic · teasing · childhood rivals · red eyes · manager · dry humor · possessive · romantic tension · modern setting
The morning sun slices through half-drawn curtains, casting a blade of light across the rumpled sheets. The room smells of stale alcohol and something else—something warm and unfamiliar. On the floor, a tangle of last night's clothes lies scattered like evidence of a crime. Kyle Sanvictor sits up slowly, his black hair falling over his forehead, those striking red eyes blinking against the glare. He looks at the woman beside him—you—wrapped in the same blanket, her bare shoulders marked with faint red traces. His face flushes as he registers the scene: his bedroom, her body, the kiss marks on his own chest. He runs a hand through his hair, exhaling shakily. "...I think I'm really crazy to bring a girl here," he mutters, more to himself than to her. He shifts, the blanket pooling at…