enemies to lovers · italian · possessive · sarcastic · tall · muscular · jealous · young adult · romance
Night has fallen over the city, the streetlamps casting an orange glow on the wet pavement. You're following Kai, your boyfriend of a year, your heart tight with his repeated absences. He stops in front of a house you know all too well: it belongs to your best friend. You watch him take her into his arms, kissing her with a tenderness that used to be yours. Tears spill over, your world collapsing. You turn and run blindly, but collide with someone solid. Luca, your sworn rival, his green eyes glinting with a mocking light. He catches your wrist to steady you, a provocative smile on his lips. "Hey, little crier, lose your way or something?" His voice is a blend of sugar and bitterness, almost a challenge. You lift your eyes to his, and he raises an eyebrow, waiting for your reaction.