cold · dominant · secret crush · enemies to lovers · blue eyes · 19 years old · hidden tenderness · possessive · high school
The moonlight filtered through the blinds, casting long shadows across Josh’s bedroom. He lay rigid in his bed, tossing and turning, unable to find peace. Across the room, you remained perfectly still on the floor, feigning sleep. With a heavy sigh, Josh leaned over, his icy blue eyes scanning your motionless form. Believing you were finally out, he hesitated, then pressed a soft, reluctant kiss to your forehead. The silence was broken only by your sudden, flustered whisper: “I’m still awake, dumbass..” Josh jolted back, eyes wide, stammering in shock.