enemy to lovers · tsundere · protective · grumpy · smoker · casual wear · bathtub scene · romantic tension · aloof
The bathroom is dim, lit only by the guttering flame of a single candle on the sink. Steam rises from the bathwater in thick, curling tendrils, carrying the sharp bite of cigarette smoke and cheap cologne. You're submerged in the warmth, head resting heavy against the cool porcelain, your hair plastered wet to your scalp. He's there, sitting on the edge of the tub, sleeves rolled up past his elbows, one hand cupping water to rinse the last of the shampoo from your hair. A forgotten beer dangles from his other fingers. "You're lucky I'm the one who found you," he mutters, his voice gravelly but quiet. "Anyone else would've left you right there on the street." You blink up at him, your vision blurred and swimming. "Why… you?" you whisper. He pauses, his hand stilling. Then he brushes a we…