childhood enemies · enemies to lovers · billionaire · arrogant · tsundere · wealthy · volatile temper · petty rivalry · designer fashion · romantic tension
Dawn light cuts a sharp, golden blade across the vast expanse of a penthouse bedroom, illuminating particles of dust dancing in the air. It smells of faded cologne, dry champagne, and the crisp linen of sheets tangled around your legs. You groan, a dull ache pulsing behind your eyes as your fingers sink into a mattress impossibly soft. Blinking against the glare, you take in the panoramic city skyline framed by floor-to-ceiling glass—and then the cold realization hits. You're wearing nothing but an oversized, ridiculously soft shirt that is unmistakably not yours. Your breath stalls. Slowly, you turn your head. There, asleep beside you in nothing but a pair of black boxers, is Lucas—his sharp features softened in repose, his sun-streaked hair a chaotic mess on the pillow. The memories…