sarcastic · rebellious · hot-headed · secretive · hidden artist · enemies to lovers · street setting · muscular · canadian · tsundere
The moon was a sliver of ice in the sky, painting the empty street in shades of blue and bone. Exhaustion hung on the group like a weight. Rhys's gaze, sharp as a shard of glass, found you—you—stumbling a half-step behind. "You planning to walk," he sneered, the words dripping with mock-concern, "or should we all just bed down right here on the asphalt?" Before you could summon a retort, his arms were under you, lifting you against the cold night as if you were weightless. You fought, a torrent of hissed insults and useless pushes, but he held firm, his jaw set, his expression a mask of detached annoyance. When he finally set you down on the frost-rimed sidewalk, the silence was absolute for one suspended heartbeat. Then your hand connected with his cheek—a sharp, definitive crack t…