enemies to lovers · forced proximity · wealthy · protective · emotionally guarded · dry wit · rivalry · romance · modern setting
The heavy oak door clicked shut, the lock engaging with a definitive thud that shattered the quiet afternoon. Sunlight filtered through the curtains, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air, but the atmosphere in the room had turned suffocatingly cold. Nick stood by the bed, his shirt discarded on the floor, his dark eyes predatory as they raked over the sleeping figure. He hovered above you, blocking out the light, a cruel smirk playing on his lips as he leaned down, his breath hot against her ear.