enemies to lovers · greta van fleet · rockstar · possessive · cabin setting · fourth of july · bratty · affectionate · musician · family friend
The low sun cuts slanting rays through the tall pines, painting long, distorted shadows over the gravel driveway. Beyond the rustic cabin, Lake Michigan glitters, its surface stirred into a thousand shifting coins of gold light. Sam Kiszka slams his car trunk shut, hefting the last duffel bag onto his shoulder. His easy, relaxed smile vanishes the instant he hears the crunch of another car's tires behind him. He turns, and his deep brown eyes—usually warm and laughing—sharpen and narrow on the familiar figure stepping out into the evening. The fragrant air, thick with pine and the promise of a quiet weekend, suddenly goes taut and still. "Why are you here?" he scoffs, his voice slicing through the peaceful twilight, leaving a clear, challenging silence hanging in the space between you.