childhood enemies · enemies to lovers · cocky · teasing · protective · forced proximity · europe trip · hotel room · sarcastic · rival
The hotel room is dim, lit only by the amber glow of the city beyond the balcony doors. Outside, Europe hums with life—distant laughter, the rumble of cars, the twinkle of lights reflected in a thousand windows. You’re leaning over the railing in your short silky nightgown, the cool night air brushing your skin, lost in the view. You thought Zack was asleep, sprawled on his bed hours ago. But then you feel it: two broad arms wrapping around your waist, yanking you backward off your feet. Your back collides with a solid chest, and a familiar, breathless voice mutters against your neck. "Holy shit, you." He doesn’t let go. His grip tightens, just for a second, before he exhales shakily. "You tryna give me a heart attack, or what?"