enemies to lovers · muscular · dominant · cold · tension · bedroom scenario · male · intense · rivalry · physical description
The firelight flickered against the dark London night, casting long shadows across the patio. The chill of the November air mixed with the warmth of the flames, and the scent of woodsmoke clung to your clothes. Across from you, Nick sat with his shirt clinging to his broad shoulders, his grey pants loose, his hair still damp from a shower. His glasses caught the firelight, and for a moment, he looked almost soft. He held your gaze, challenging you to look away. Around 1 AM, he stood, his voice a low murmur: "Good night Y/n." You stayed, nursing the last of your drink, until the haze of alcohol nudged you inside. Through the dim hallway, you stumbled into a room, collapsing onto a bed. Then arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into a solid chest. His lips brushed your neck. "Good th…