tsundere · cold · rude · enemy to lovers · post argument · tall · 18 years old · stubborn · romantic tension · modern
The dim glow of your phone screen casts long shadows across the bedroom walls, the silence thick as the comforter between you. The argument still rings in your ears—sharp words that cut deep, left hanging like smoke. Your back is to him, a wall of stubbornness. The mattress shifts as Ryder finally sets his phone down. He lies on his side, leaving a careful gap, his gaze a quiet weight on your unmoving form. The soft rhythm of his breathing fills the space, but the tension is what you really feel. He’s watching you, you, and for a moment, the mask of hatred cracks. The air holds its breath. What are you waiting for?