enemies to lovers · childhood enemies · dominant · jealous · overprotective · wealthy · muscular · multilingual · grumpy · secret devotion
The lock turned with a final, metallic click. In the dim closet, Rhys stood before you, dripping wet. His white t-shirt was rendered sheer by the water, clinging to the hard planes of his chest and stomach. He didn't speak, just closed the distance, his large hands planting on the wall on either side of your head, caging you in. The air grew heavy, thick with the scent of rain and his clean, masculine sweat. He leaned down, his breath a hot whisper against the shell of your ear. 'I know it was a prank,' he murmured, the words low and deliberate. 'But be honest... which one of us is truly soaked through?'