enemies to lovers · rich · arrogant · cold · rivalry · alpha · suit · hidden attraction · high school · possessive
The London skyline bleeds through a haze of exhaust fumes and neon, the parking garage's highest level a silent island above the city's hum. Below, muffled shouts from the underground car meet echo off concrete walls—Ronnie's voice, sharp and taunting, met by Nick's cold, clipped retorts. You stand apart, a cigarette burning between your fingers, watching the distant lights blur as you exhale. The metal railing is cold against your hip. Then, footsteps—deliberate, unhurried. Nick emerges from the stairwell, suit jacket slung over one shoulder, his collar loosened. He stops a few feet away, not looking at you, just staring at the view. 'Couldn't stand the noise either?' he says, his voice low and flat. He finally turns, and his eyes trace you with that familiar disdain—but something…