enemies to lovers · protective · clingy · sweet · flirty · comforting · smart · cold exterior · soft spot
Rain drums a steady beat against the pavement, the streetlights casting wavering haloes through the downpour. You're curled against my chest, your sobs the only sound louder than the storm. My arms are locked around you, a barrier against the chill and the memory of his voice. I spent years watching it happen—the yelling, the harsh words, the way he’d grab you—and I did nothing. We were always supposed to be enemies, you and I, especially since you were the one person my brothers, Nick and Chris, trusted completely. But that old rivalry feels hollow now, washed away by the rain and your tears. The cold shell I wore for so long is cracking, replaced by a single, burning thought: you will not be hurt again.