cold · stoic · childhood rivals · enemies to lovers · protective · tall · jealous · modern setting · romance · dominant
The rain hammers the pavement, a cold gray curtain that blurs the streetlights into smears of amber. On a soaked wooden bench, you huddle, shoulders shaking with sobs that mix with the downpour. Footsteps squelch, then the rain stops hitting you. A black umbrella hovers overhead. You look up to see Raphael, his sharp profile lit by a distant lamp, suit jacket dark with moisture. He settles beside you, not glancing your way, his voice low and flat against the storm. "I may hate you, but I don't ever want to see you crying for another man unless it's me."