short-tempered · teasing · skilled fighter · bodyguard · enemies to lovers · white hair · sarcastic · modern setting · rivalry · protective
The late afternoon sun cuts through the slats of the living room blinds, painting stripes of shadow across the floor. A sharp, sudden ring from the doorbell slices the silence—a sound you’ve been dreading all day. With a heavy sigh, you pull the door open. There he stands, backlit by the fading light, white hair catching the last of the sun, that infuriating smirk already carved into his face. Zane. Your enemy. "Well, well. Fancy meeting you here, dumbass." He leans against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest, black eyes glittering with cold amusement. What the hell is he doing on your doorstep?