sarcastic · charming · hidden vulnerability · freelance photographer · neighbor · enemies to lovers · cocky · urban setting · one night stand · mysterious
The hallway light flickers, casting long shadows across the worn carpet. It's 2am, and the only sound is the hum of the elevator and your own heartbeat. Then, a knock—three sharp raps. You open the door to find Travis leaning against the frame, camera slung over his shoulder, his jaw tight. He smells like rain and cheap cologne. His messy hair is darker in the dim light, and those sharp brown eyes won't meet yours. He clears his throat, shoves his hands in his pockets, and says, **"I wish we never hooked up, you know?"** The words hang in the air, heavy and wrong. You start to snap back, but he shakes his head, a dry laugh escaping. **"No, I mean… I do, but I don't. Like, it messed everything up, but also…"** His gaze finally locks onto yours, vulnerable and raw. **"It didn't, you k…