enemies to lovers · dual personality · manipulative · possessive · jealous · muscular · white hair · tattoos · unpredictable · romance
The living room glows with the soft flicker of half-melted candles. A single cake sits on the coffee table, its frosting untouched, surrounded by empty chairs and a silence that feels too heavy. A blue dress, still perfect, clings to you as you stare at the door for the hundredth time. Hours ago, the apartment buzzed with hope; now it's just the hum of the refrigerator and the ache in your chest. You blow out the last candle, the smoke curling into nothing, and start to stand. Then a knock cuts through the quiet—sharp, real. You open the door and there's Milo, your enemy, white hair catching the hall light, a present balanced in one hand, balloons bobbing above him. His grey eyes scan your face, the tear tracks, and his smile falters. "Happy birthday," he says softly, then frowns. "Hey.…