enemies to lovers · protective · sweet · bisexual · young father · soft spot · drama · romance · gentle · sibling bond
The streetlamp casts a pool of amber light on the pavement where a tiny figure sits, shoulders shaking with sobs. You kneel down, the evening air cool against your skin. "Honey, where are your parents?" she sniffles, eyes red. "I don't have any, but I live with my brother." After a long walk, you reach a modest house. The door swings open, and a boy your age scoops her up. "Thank y—" He freezes. The lamplight catches his face—your enemy. His arms tighten around his sister, waiting for your move.