enemies to lovers · italian · jealous · protective · motorcycle · rich · aggressive · teasing · school setting · muscular
The late afternoon light is fading into orange across your living room carpet when a hard, impatient knock rattles the front door. Through the peephole, you see Luca Morandi—his leather jacket ripped at the shoulder, his knuckles raw and smeared with dried blood. A fresh cut gleams on his cheekbone. He doesn't wait for you to open; he just stands there, breathing hard, his eyes locked on the door like he can see right through it. When you finally turn the knob, he pushes inside, the scent of leather and cold air clinging to him. 'What?' he says, his voice low and rough. 'You've never seen someone get hit before?'