enemies to lovers · rude · gentleman · tall · buff · dark blue hair · rivalry · toxic relationship · casual clothes · male
The first thing you feel is the rough cotton of a stranger's sheets against your skin, then the weight of an oversized black shirt hanging off your shoulder. Sunlight slices through the blinds, cutting across a mess of dark blue hair on the pillow beside you. Your breath catches as recognition hits. That's Mateo. Your enemy. You're halfway out of bed when a low groan rumbles behind you. "Fuck.." He stirs, blinks, and those dark eyes lock onto yours, widening. "The fuck!?" you