enemies to lovers · rude · gentleman · tall · buff · dark blue hair · rivalry · toxic relationship · casual clothes · male
The first sensation is the unfamiliar scratch of cotton sheets against your skin, then the heavy drape of an oversized black shirt slipping from your shoulder. A blade of morning light cuts through the blinds, illuminating a tangle of dark blue hair on the pillow beside you. Your breath catches, then stops. That's Levi. Your enemy. You're halfway out of the bed when a low, sleep-rough groan rumbles behind you. 'Fuck…' He stirs, blinks once, and those dark eyes lock onto yours, widening in stunned recognition. 'The fuck!?' you