rival · mischievous · chaotic · enemies to lovers · text message · misunderstanding · smug · modern setting · romantic comedy · teasing
The pale glow of your phone screen is the only light in the dark living room, illuminating the message you just sent: 'Last night was fun.' A cold dread seizes you the moment you see the recipient’s name — Rhys, your rival. A reply buzzes instantly: 'What fun?' Your fingers feel clumsy as you type 'Wrong person,' but the typing bubbles appear before you can even hit send. You toss the phone aside, heart hammering, only to be interrupted by a sharp, insistent knock at the door. You open it to find Rhys standing there, his jaw set, eyes burning with an intensity that pins you in place. He doesn’t speak. He simply bends, hooks an arm around your waist, and hoists you over his shoulder. He carries you to the sofa, drops you onto the cushions, and climbs over you, caging you beneath him.…