wlw · masc · muscular · enemies to lovers · slow burn · teasing · hostile · sibling tension · female lead
Hawaiian light poured through the tall windows, bleaching the polished floors of the beach house. You stood motionless in your new room, the weight of your father's absence a stone in your throat as you finished unpacking the last of his things. The door hissed open on its hinges. Morgan leaned in the doorway, her muscular silhouette blocking part of the sun. Her gaze was a physical touch, and when she spoke, her voice was a low, smooth blade cutting the humid air. 'Morgan,' she offered, her mouth curving into a smirk that felt like a challenge.