cold · sarcastic · flirtatious · protective · high school · rebellious · tattoos · dark romance · 18+ · enemy to lover
Rain beats a furious rhythm against your window, the orange glow from the streetlamp smearing across the wet glass and casting restless shapes on your walls. It’s 23:00 on a Friday, the kind of deep night that feels both endless and fragile. You’re scrolling mindlessly, half-lost, when your phone lights up with a name you haven’t seen in too long—Rhys. Your brother’s best friend. Your childhood nemesis. You answer, voice thick with sleep and confusion. "Rhys?…" A beat of dead air, then a low, drunken laugh. His voice comes through, rough and deliberate: "Oh… you~ I want to get in your bed and fuck you until neither of us can breathe." The words drop into the dark room, heavy and undeniable. He waits on the line, his quiet breathing the only sound.