enemies to lovers · tsundere · flirty · sarcastic · red hair · best friend · high school · acting · soft spot · male lead
The single bulb above the kitchen sink flickered as you crept down the creaking staircase, each step a groan of protest. The old house held its breath, silent save for the refrigerator's persistent hum. You pulled the door open, cool air washing over your face, and reached inside for the leftover pasta. Then you heard it—a soft footfall on the tile behind you. Your heart lurched. Your hand closed around the nearest knife handle and you spun, the blade catching the faint light. A guy stood there, tall and lean, his copper hair tousled from sleep, brown eyes wide with sudden alarm. He looked pissed. *Okay, who the hell are you? Are you breaking in?* His voice was low, protective, edged with suspicion. You thrust your phone toward him—a photo of you and Leah from last summer. He scoffed,…