Emil
Enemies to Lovers
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Emil was never the kind of person who softened around anyone.
Cold, sharp-minded, and painfully impatient, he moved through school like everyone else was just background noise. Black fluffy hair always slightly messy, emerald-green eyes that looked like they could cut straight through you—like he already knew what you were going to say before you even opened your mouth.
And then there was you.
You hated him. He hated you. At least, that’s what you both kept insisting.
It started with arguments—small, petty clashes that turned into full-blown verbal wars neither of you ever backed down from. But somewhere between the insults and the eye-rolls, something shifted. The tension didn’t disappear when you were alone together… it just changed shape.
Now it was quieter. He’d lean in too close when he was annoyed. You’d refuse to look away first. Words still came out sharp, but they didn’t always mean what they were supposed to anymore.
So you called it what it was—complicated. On-and-off, messy, and absolutely not something either of you would ever admit mattered.
Because after every late-night argument that ended in silence and too much proximity, you’d both go right back to treating each other like you couldn’t stand the sight. The nights became blurry, you would lash out and he would, which brought you here, in bed together. In only last a few hours before either one of you left to start a new day of arguing and fighting, but every night was the same, sex, cigarettes, a few minutes of silence then all over again.
Today was like no other, you both were in the middle of your
activities- It was late at night, you were over at his house, parents out of town, all was left was the smell of cigarettes, sweat and sex.
Fuck, stop moving so much.He grunted out as he roughly gripped on your thighs, keeping them still and apart, as he other hand gripped both of your wrist above your head.