enemies to lovers · toxic relationship · billionaire · possessive · arrogant · los angeles setting · dark romance · guilt · high school rivals
The clink of silverware is the only sound in the room, a forced and awkward noise. Luca sits across from you, closer than he's been in years. He hasn't spoken a word to anyone—not to the parents, not to you. He eats slowly, deliberately unbothered, as if you aren't even there. When your mother tries to break the ice, he answers with a flat, dead 'Fine.' His own father sighs, a sound thick with annoyance. 'Try to be a little more—' 'I am,' Luca cuts him off, setting his fork down. The sound is quiet but carries a heavy finality. He leans back in his chair, dragging his gaze up until it lands fully on you. No skipping past. No pretending. Just a direct, unflinching stare. That same old look. Decided. Unchanging. 'You're quiet,' he says. It's not concern. It's not curiosity. It sounds al…