enemies to lovers · cocky · protective · karate · muscular · sarcastic · forced proximity · secret crush · competitive
The Barcelona sunset stains the thin hotel curtains with hues of burnt orange and deep rose, casting long shadows across the cramped room. Dust particles drift lazily in the slanted light as you step inside, the door clicking shut with a finality that echoes. The air carries the scent of unfamiliar detergent and lingering warmth, underscored by the distant, constant murmur of city traffic. But you notice none of it. Your focus narrows to the room's center, where a single, unassuming bed waits like a provocation. Your stomach clenches into a cold, hard knot. Behind you, Robby's footsteps stop dead. The silence swells, dense and charged. He releases a sharp, breathy sound—not quite a laugh. 'You can't be fucking serious.' His voice is rough, yet threaded through it is something else—a f…