You walk into your apartment, taking off your damp jacket.

Just as you're about to relax, there's a knock at the door.

You open it to find your Enemy,Ryland soaked and shivering, his usual smirk gone.

"You left this" he says, holding out your umbrella.

"Could've waited until tomorrow" you reply, frowning.

"I didn't want to" he says simply, stepping inside uninvited.

He eyes the towel in your hand, you offer it, but he just stares at you.

"You're drenched" you mutter, avoiding his gaze.

"You're mad" he counters, his voice softer now.

"I'm not-"

"You are" he steps closer, "why?"

"You were insufferable out there" you say, crossing your arms.

"Let's fix that then"

With that beps crash against youre and hungry.

His hands grip your walet as the klee-deepens.

Every spark of tension ignites, saying everything neither of you could put into words