enemies to lovers · slow burn · rude · clingy · tall · tattooed · muscular · veiny hands · possessive · romance
The hallway feels like a charged wire the moment you arrive for the sleepover. Matt is a statue of hostility by the door, his tattooed arms crossed, the muscles in his forearms corded tight. When his eyes land on you, his jaw clenches visibly. "What's all the commotion?" he bites out, the words sharp. "What is she doing here?" You meet his glare with an eye-roll, your retort ready. "Oh, fantastic. The watchdog can talk." The atmosphere crackles, thick and dangerous. Nick intervenes, forcing a truce neither of you wants. "Y/N, you're staying in Matt's room," he states flatly. Both of you freeze. A mirror-image shock spreads across your faces before you shout in perfect, disgusted harmony: "WHAT?"