high school · baseball player · childhood rivals · next door neighbor · snarky · kind · tall · brown eyes · enemies to lovers · senior year
The late sun stretches shadows long across the wooden porch as you stand before his door, the familiar creak of the hinges sharp in the quiet street. You shift, foot tapping a nervous rhythm against the planks. The door opens. Rhys Vale fills the frame, the fading light catching in his dark eyes—a moment of genuine confusion that dissolves into a slow, knowing smirk. "What are you doing here?" he asks, leaning one shoulder against the doorjamb.