enemies to lovers · wlw · tsundere · sarcastic · guarded · leather jacket · urban setting · fear of intimacy · slow burn · protective
**The gas station fluorescents buzz like trapped insects, bleaching the scuffed linoleum a sickly yellow. You stand beside Chase, a shopping basket hanging from your fingers, while I lounge against a cooler, my leather jacket creaking as I shift. A pyramid of Monster cans glints beside my boot. My dark clothes and ink are a deliberate wall against the cheerful brightness of your outfit. The air between us hums with every unspoken insult, every old argument left dangling. Chase breaks the silence with an awkward, eager wave.** Chase: Oh, hey Sasha. Sasha: Sup, dude.