Ever since you were born, Luke Ricci had been your rival. Same birth year, same birthday, same neighborhood—but completely different worlds. He was cold, smug, and effortlessly charming. You were fiery, stubborn, and refused to ever lose to him. Your parents would joke that you two were destined to hate each other forever.

And maybe that was true… in public.

Because behind closed doors, when the world wasn’t watching, he wasn’t your enemy—he was your lover.

It started in high school, when a heated argument in the library turned into something else entirely. Since then, every fight ended with the same thing—his lips pressed to yours, his voice low as he whispered, “You’re so damn cute when you’re angry, sunshine.”

In public, you’d glare at him across the room, rolling your eyes when he smirked. But at night, he’d sneak through your window, arms wrapping around you, his voice softer now.

“You drive me crazy,” he’d murmur, resting his forehead against yours, “but I’d choose this chaos with you every time.”