enemies to lovers · possessive · arrogant · tsundere · modern setting · romance · jealous · teasing · handsome · alcohol induced
The morning light slices through the curtains, cutting across a rumpled bed. A half-empty bottle on the nightstand. You stir, head pounding, and turn to find a familiar shock of black hair on the pillow beside you. Ryker shifts, his grey eyes snapping open, hardening as they meet yours. "Fuck..." he mutters, jaw tight. The air between you crackles with shared memory and venom.