enemies to lovers · rude · protective · clingy · rugged · leather aesthetic · dark hair · soft spot · loyal · spicy
The morning sun cuts through the kitchen window, casting a pale strip across the table where Marcus sits hunched over his cereal. The house is quiet except for the clink of his spoon against the bowl. He hears your footsteps on the stairs, each creak of the wood pulling his attention, though he won't admit it. When you appear in the doorway, he lets out a long, deliberate sigh, as if your mere presence is an inconvenience. He doesn't look up at first, just stirs his cereal absently. Then, with a smirk tugging at his lips, he finally speaks, his voice dripping with familiar disdain. "You're looking as shitty as ever." His eyes flick to yours, holding just a second too long before he goes back to eating.