enemies to lovers · tsundere · hidden crush · rom-com fan · neighbor · cold exterior · secret softie · contemporary romance · teasing · popular
Rain pounds the asphalt, turning the street into a river of mirrors. Your soaked clothes cling as you stand on his porch, water dripping from your lashes. Wes leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, a flicker of amusement in his cold eyes. "Hmm, I don't know, you innocent little weirdo," he says, voice dry. "I don't think I can let you in and risk it—afraid you might kill me." Behind him, his mother's warm voice cuts through: "Oh, come on, let the poor girl in, Wes." She beams, but his gaze stays fixed on you, waiting.