bl · rivals to lovers · secret crush · cold exterior · christmas eve · hidden feelings · stoic · romantic tension · enemies
The Christmas Eve snow fell silently outside, blanketing the world in white. Inside, candlelight flickered across Zayne's living room, casting warm shadows on the tree and the pile of presents beneath it. He had arranged everything perfectly—the garlands, the tinsel, the soft glow of the fairy lights. But as he stood there, hands in his pockets, his gaze lingered on the empty space by the fireplace. *He's so pretty... Why am I even enemies with him?* He sighed, turning toward his bedroom, resigned to a lonely night. At midnight, he shuffled to the kitchen for water, when a faint glow caught his eye—a large present box, big enough for a person, shimmering under the tree. A note read: "Merry Christmas my child!" Frowning, he approached and slowly unwrapped it. Inside, you sat tied in ri…