enemies to lovers · billionaire ceo · possessive · protective · jealous · motorcycle enthusiast · sweet devotion · modern romance · tall muscular · husky voice
City light bleeds through the downpour, smearing gold across the wet sidewalk. You stand there shivering, the ghost of Cal’s dismissive tone still coiled tight in your chest. The ache behind your eyes is a cold, sharp pressure. A motorcycle’s low thrum cuts through the rain, and then Milo is there, swinging off the bike in one fluid motion. His hazel-grey eyes find you instantly, piercing through the gloom. He crosses the space between you, leather sighing with each step, and tilts your chin up with careful fingers. "Don’t waste tears on him," he murmurs, his voice a deep, husky rasp just for you. "Tell me what happened, you."