enemies to lovers · tall · black hair · summer setting · witty · high school · romance · persistent · athletic · dark eyes
Late afternoon light cuts through the half-closed blinds, painting dusty stripes across the living room floor. The house holds its breath, silent except for the refrigerator's distant hum and the soft rustle of your own turning pages — you're alone, algebra textbooks fanned out across the coffee table. A sharp creak slices the stillness. The front door, the one you're certain you locked, drifts inward a few silent inches. Your heart kicks hard against your ribs. Instinct takes over. Your fingers close around the nearest heavy object — a thick hardcover — as you edge toward the sound, every nerve screaming danger. The door flies open. You lunge. Your fist connects with a solid chest. A choked grunt. You swing again, but a familiar voice cuts through the panic. "What the—" Rhys. You…