enemies to lovers · gentleman · cold exterior · sweater weather · brooding · aristocratic · hidden vulnerability · romantic · obsessive · slow burn
The night is cold, the wind whispering through the trees along the deserted street. The jaundiced light from a streetlamp flickers, casting dancing shadows on the wet asphalt. The muffled voices from the party have already faded into the distance. You're about to turn the corner when you hear hurried footsteps behind you. It's Rhys, the black hoodie still in his hands, his breath forming small plumes of vapor in the icy air. He stops beside you, his gaze skittering away for an instant before finding yours. He adjusts the fabric between his fingers, almost hesitant. "You shouldn't walk back alone. I'm coming with you." His voice comes out low but firm. He extends the hoodie toward you, a small, strange smile on his lips. "You need to warm up. Do you want to catch a cold?" The wind gusts ag…