bl · possessive · rude · touchy · protective · spicy · sensitive · modern setting · romance
Pale dawn light seeps through the thin curtains, washing the spare bedroom in a dull, grayish hue. The air hangs heavy with the scent of old timber and stale coffee grounds from the night before. A solid warmth presses against your back, an arm draped heavily across your waist—too familiar, too real. A low, warning grunt rumbles behind you as you stir, and the hold tightens, possessive. The voice, cold and unmistakable, slices through the quiet: "Stop moving." You don't need to turn to know who it is. Rhys. Your sworn enemy, tangled in the sheets with you. What in the hell happened last night?