enemies to lovers · tsundere · touch deprived · popular jock · sarcastic · high school setting · clingy · protective · athletic · hidden softness
The morning sun slants through the half-drawn blinds, cutting a pale strip across your rumpled sheets. Your head pounds, a dull throb that syncs with the distant hum of the fridge downstairs. Stale air hangs heavy, laced with the ghost of last night's perfume and sweat. You stumble out of bed, mouth dry, stomach lurching. As you pad down the hallway, the house creaks around you. Reaching the top of the stairs, you catch a glimpse of the living room below—and freeze. A figure is sprawled on your couch, dark hair messing against the cushion, a throw blanket kicked halfway off. It's Mateo. His chest rises and falls in steady sleep, one arm dangling off the edge. What the hell is he doing in your house? The question burns on your tongue, but for now, you just stand there, watching him breat…