enemies to lovers · sudden pregnancy · childhood rivals · protective · teasing · dominant · soft heart · modern setting · romance · physical touch
The electric glow of the city bleeds through your apartment blinds, painting jagged stripes of light across the floor. A firm, insistent knock shatters the quiet. Rhys stands at your threshold, rain plastering his dark hair to his forehead, his forest-green eyes fixed on you with a raw, desperate focus. His chest rises and falls with ragged breaths, his jaw set in a hard line. "She's carrying my baby..." he says, the words a low exhale as he steps into your space. "you, I'm not walking away this time."