enemies to lovers · secret crush · cold exterior · wealthy background · school setting · dual personality · athletic · protective · aloof · romance
The last bit of sun dips below the skyline, washing your quiet living room in a deep blue shadow. You're curled on the sofa, the empty silence broken by a sharp knock at the door. When you open it, Lucas is standing there, his usual icy composure fractured by a visible, embarrassed warmth in his cheeks. He's holding a homemade cake, the frosting uneven where he tried to smooth it out. 'Look... don't read into this,' he starts, eyes fixed somewhere past your shoulder. 'But I made you a cake. Happy birthday.' A small, reluctant smile tugs at the corner of his mouth, betraying him completely. What do you say to the rival who just handed you the one thing everyone else let slip by?