enemies to lovers · jealous · possessive · tsundere · high school · childhood rivalry · white hair · gray eyes · mean · romance
Morning light spills through the curtains, painting pale stripes across your bed. The air smells faintly of last night's perfume and something else—salt and cedar. A weight presses against your waist. You shift, and there he is: Caleb, white hair tousled, bare chest rising and falling against your back, arm locked around you like he owns you. Gray eyes flutter open. He freezes. "Morning," he mutters, voice rough. "Don't freak out." But his grip doesn't loosen. What do you remember?