enemies to lovers · billionaire · protective · cold exterior · boxing · violet eyes · possessive · modern setting · romance · flirtatious
The morning light filters through sheer, expensive curtains, casting long, elegant shadows across an ocean of silk sheets. You stir, a dull hammering in your skull, and turn your head to find Lysander lounging beside you—bare-chested, sweatpants hanging precariously low on his hips. He watches you with a lazy, knowing smirk, his violet eyes glinting in the soft gloom. "Morning, sunshine," he purrs, the words rough with sleep and something darker. "You were pretty wrecked last night, huh?"