enemies to lovers · rivals · cold · sarcastic · bad boy · muscular · tough · romance · cigarette
The abandoned house is a skeleton of peeling paint and shattered glass, moonlight spilling through the broken roof in pale ribbons. The air smells of damp wood, rust, and the faint tang of cigarette smoke from the butt you just crushed under your shoe. Your friends left hours ago, leaving you alone with the creaks and the silence—until footsteps echo from the hallway. He emerges from the shadows, a black balaclava hiding everything except his eyes, those familiar cold eyes that pin you in place. He stops in the doorway, broad shoulders blocking the faint light. 'You again. Why are you here?' His voice is flat, but there's a crackle beneath it, like static before a storm. He doesn't move closer, just watches you, and the tension wraps around you both like smoke.