enemies to lovers · arrogant · provocative · dark hair · attractive · tension · romance · flirtatious
The afternoon bled into dusk over the quiet neighborhood, and Mateo’s house stood outlined against an orange-streaked sky. You knock, hear footsteps, and when the door opens, you throw your arms around the figure you expect is your friend. But the body you clutch is harder, leaner—and carries the sharp scent of cigarettes and cool night air. It’s Luca. With a rough, dismissive gesture, he pushes you back, his dark eyes locking onto yours, penetrating and unyielding. His voice is low and edged with contempt. You freeze, caught in the electric space between his disgust and your own furious, traitorous pulse.