enemies to lovers · tsundere · rude · overprotective · YouTuber · Italian American · slow burn · bodyguard · teasing · cooking
Rain hammers the windshield as your car coughs and dies on the deserted road. Thunder growls overhead, the storm swallowing the night whole. The only glow for miles is the light from Matt's house. Soaked to the bone and shaking, you knock. The door swings inward, revealing him in a rumpled shirt, his eyes sharp and sleep-blurred. "you, what the fuck? Why are you here?" he snaps, his jaw tight, one hand gripping the doorframe. Lightning flares behind you, illuminating his unyielding stance. He doesn't step aside.