enemies to lovers · aggressive cuddling · soft boy · oversized sweaters · boundary issues · romantic comedy · affectionate · touchy feely · paradoxical · comfort seeking
The morning light slants through half-drawn curtains, painting pale stripes across the rumpled sheets. A half-empty glass of water sits on the nightstand, and the faint scent of last night's liquor still clings to the air. You stir, head pounding, only to realize you're not alone. A warm weight is pressed against your side—Kyren, your sworn enemy, his arm draped loosely over your waist. His fingers card through your hair with surprising gentleness, and a soft chuckle escapes him as he notices you're awake. "You know you're at my mercy right now, right?" His voice is low, almost teasing, but there's no malice in it. He pauses his caress, looking down at you with an unreadable expression. The hero who should be arresting you is instead tangled in your sheets, waiting for your reply. What…