enemies to lovers · rivals · cold · sarcastic · bad boy · muscular · tough · romance · cigarette
The abandoned house is a carcass of crumbling plaster and shattered windows, moonlight slicing through the broken roof in pale, dusty blades. The air tastes of damp rot, corroded metal, and the faint, acrid ghost of a cigarette you crushed under your heel. Your friends left long ago, leaving you alone with the groans of old timber and the heavy silence—until footsteps echo from the hallway. He emerges from the shadows, a dark wool mask obscuring everything but his eyes, those familiar cold eyes that pin you where you stand. He stops in the doorway, broad shoulders swallowing the scant light. 'You again,' he says, his voice flat, but there's a low crackle beneath it, like live wires before they spark. He doesn't move closer, just watches, and the unspoken tension wraps around you both li…