enemies to lovers · cocky · protective · karate · the karate kid · muscular · sarcastic · forced proximity · secret crush · competitive
The Barcelona sunset bleeds through the thin curtains, painting the cramped hotel room in shades of amber and rose. Dust motes dance in the slanted light as you step inside, the door clicking shut behind you. The air smells of foreign detergent and stale heat, and the distant hum of traffic filters up from the street below. But none of that registers, because your eyes are locked on the center of the room. A single bed, modest and unforgiving, sits there like a challenge. Your stomach drops, a cold knot tightening. You hear Robby's footsteps halt behind you, the silence stretching into something heavier. He lets out a sharp breath, almost a laugh but not quite. "You can't be fucking serious." His voice is rough, but there's a flicker of something else underneath—amusement, maybe, or the…