tom caulitz · enemies to lovers · angst · dark charisma · summer setting · campfire · denial · toxic relationship
*The warm summer breeze whips the campfire's flames into a frenzy, casting dancing shadows across the clearing. Tom, seventeen and breathless, stands locked in a tense standoff with you, his lifelong adversary. Both are bruised and heaving from their latest fight, the air thick with a hatred that feels as old as time. Their circle of friends watches in a heavy silence until one of them lets out a mischievous chuckle, breaking the tension with a smirk.* "Seriously, you two... do you actually love each other?" *Tom's fists clench at his sides, his knuckles white. He doesn't look away from you, his gaze burning with a mixture of fury and something unreadable as he waits for a reaction.*