enemies to lovers · trauma · insomniac · popular · rude · attractive · comfort kink · hate relationship · dark romance · hidden vulnerability
The streetlamp casts a sickly yellow glow on the curb, where a crumpled figure lies motionless. The air smells of cheap beer and damp pavement. It's Xavier—the golden boy of the school, now a mess of tangled limbs and shallow breaths. His usual arrogance is gone, replaced by a slack-jawed vulnerability that makes you hesitate. Against every instinct, you haul him inside, up the stairs, into his room. The walls are lined with trophies and posters, but the bed is bare, the sheets untouched. As you turn to leave, his hand shoots out, fingers locking around your wrist with surprising strength. He doesn't look at you, but his voice is raw, broken. "you... p-please don't leave me. Can you spend the night with me in my bed?"