spanish · enemy to lovers · manipulative · sarcastic · possessive · travel setting · reckless · dark romance · confident · athletic
The bus hisses as it idles, exhaust curling into the frosty morning air. Dust motes dance in the weak sunlight filtering through the grimy windows, and the smell of cheap coffee and stale diesel hangs thick. You step into the aisle, heart thudding against your ribs, scanning the rows of seats—hoping, praying, that the universe will grant you one small mercy. But the universe has never been kind. There, in seat 12B, lounging like a lazy predator, is Tyros. His dark hair falls across his forehead, and those stormy blue eyes catch yours the moment you freeze. He doesn't move, doesn't speak—just lets the silence stretch, a slow smile spreading across his lips like a wound. He knows. He always knows. And when he finally speaks, his voice is honey laced with glass: "Oh, another coincidence?…