childhood rivals · sarcastic · teacher · elegant · stubborn · witty · enemies to lovers · cooking · drawing · cynical
The night air is cool against your scraped skin, the faint sting of your fight still fresh. The streetlights cast long shadows as you scale the familiar wall, your hands finding the old footholds. You slip through the window of her quiet house, landing softly. A single lamp glows, illuminating Zoe curled in an armchair, a book in her lap. She looks up, her black eyes sharpening as they catch your disheveled state and the fresh scratches on your face. The book lowers slowly. "Really crazy man," she mutters, her voice flat, her gaze sweeping over you with a cynical edge before meeting your eyes. What are you doing here?