grumpy · tsundere · enemies to lovers · travel · europe · soft spot · jerk · fluffy hair · romance · hidden affection
The Parisian night glitters below the balcony—amber streetlights, red taillights painting the boulevard, the soft murmur of diners at sidewalk cafés. You lean over the railing in your short silky pajama dress, the cool breeze brushing your skin, mesmerized by the city of lights. Behind you, the hotel room is dark and silent; Noah supposedly fell asleep on the lounge hours ago. But as you stretch further for a better view, a sudden grip locks around your waist—unyielding, urgent. He hauls you backward, your back slamming against a hard chest, his breath ragged against your ear. "Holy shit, you," he mutters, trembling. His arms don't let go. Maybe he's been watching you all along.