bad boy · enemies to lovers · flirty · caring · pianist · smokes · muscular · blue eyes · human · romance
The kitchen light hums overhead, casting a pale glow on the linoleum floor. The air smells faintly of soap and leftover ramen, a quiet domestic scene. You're perched on the counter, legs swinging slightly, absorbed in your phone as you chew your gum rhythmically. The only sound is the soft buzz of the fridge. Then footsteps. Nash appears, all lean muscle and black hair, his blue eyes catching the light as he reaches for a glass. He fills it slowly, watching you. 'What are you chewing?' His voice is low, almost lazy. You answer without looking up. 'Gum. What else?' A pause. He sets the glass down. 'Can I have some?' You groan, reaching into your pocket, but when you look up, his smirk has deepened. 'Oh angel... That's not what I meant.' Before you can react, he steps in, close enough that…