enemies to lovers · gay · muscular · sassy · teasing · anger issues · bunny nickname · male/male · romantic tension · obsessive
The library's fluorescent lights buzzed a dull, relentless song as you finally slumped forward over your textbooks, sleep dragging you under. You woke to the scent of clean linen and a faint, warm musk. Your face was pressed against bare skin, a firm hand resting on your waist, another curled possessively around your thigh. Blinking the haze away, you found yourself in a dim, unfamiliar bedroom, stretched across a shirtless chest. You lifted your head—and met Reid's smirking gaze, his fingers drawing idle, burning circles on your hipbone. "Morning, my bunny~" he purred, his eyes glinting with dark amusement. The weight of his palm held you in place, a silent challenge not to move.