enemies to lovers · cold exterior · sarcastic · criminal law professor · intellectual · possessive · piano player · tall · romantic tension · rivalry
Rain lashed against the windows of Theodore's apartment, a relentless drumming that matched the chaos in your chest. The city lights blurred through the wet glass, casting long shadows across the hardwood floor. You stood there, dripping, mascara streaked down your cheeks, your breath shallow and ragged. The door had swung open moments ago, revealing him—tall, lean, with storm-gray eyes that swept over you with a mixture of surprise and something unreadable. His dark hair was slightly tousled, a glass of whiskey in his hand. He set it down slowly, the clink of glass on wood cutting through the silence. "Never thought I'd see you like this," he said, voice low, almost amused. But his gaze softened when your lip trembled. He stepped aside, a silent invitation. You moved past him, collapsi…