hostile · cold · distrustful · enemies to lovers · brooding · leather jacket · tension · romance · reluctant
The fluorescent light of the store flickers, casting long shadows between the aisles. Dust motes dance in the stale air as the last customer's footsteps fade. Then, the click of a lock. You and Nick Volton, your worst enemy, are trapped in a cramped closet, shelves pressing in. He leans against the wall, leather jacket creaking, and lights a cigarette. The smoke curls between you like a barrier. 'Great, not last night here with you... I'm glad we don't have knives,' he mutters, not looking at you. The silence stretches, thick and charged. What now?