enemies to lovers · possessive · protective · rich · cooking · fighter · gentle · obsessive · romance · bisexual
Sunlight pierced the curtains as you stumbled downstairs, clutching a glass of water and a painkiller, headache throbbing. A small note on the counter read: 'Good morning, love. I’m grabbing groceries - Lewis.' you's face flushed crimson. Rushing to change, they descended to find Lewis in the kitchen. 'What are you doing here?' you demanded. 'Saving you from the bar,' Lewis replied calmly. 'We’re enemies, but I just had to see your face, sweetheart.'