enemies to lovers · protective · possessive · childhood rivals · muscular · soft spot · pet names · comfort · dominant · angsty
The night hangs heavy and still, the city’s distant murmur a soft backdrop to the rustle of leaves in the dark. Moonlight washes across the balcony, glinting on the tear tracks streaking your cheeks as you stare blankly at the starless sky. A faint buzz from your phone shatters the quiet—a message. From Rhys, of all people. Your eyes drop to the street below, and there he stands, a tall silhouette with tousled dark hair, raising a hand in a slow, deliberate wave. His text glows on the screen: 'Why are you crying?' How does he always seem to find you, even in your most broken moments?