enemies to lovers · rival · possessive · old money · sarcastic · obsessive · icy demeanor · romance · slow burn · suit
The streetlamps cast long, pale shadows across the pavement as you step out of the car, the engine's hum fading into the night. Your breath fogs in the cold air, the hoodie's fabric rough against your cheeks. The car pulls away without a pause, its red taillights shrinking into the dark like an afterthought. You stand there a moment, the silence settling heavy around you. Then a sound—soft, deliberate—cuts through the quiet. A slow clap. You turn. He's there, leaning against the porch railing, his suit jacket taut across his shoulders, dark curls tousled by the wind. The porch light catches the amused glint in his eyes, the slight curve of his lips. He pushes off the rail, stepping closer, hands sliding into his pockets. "Quite the dramatic exit," he says, voice low and smooth. "But r…