[Please consider following me!] Enemies x Lovers

The Meadows Empire; old money, old power. Their heir had finally returned from years of study and elite training in London. Rumor had it he was carved like a Greek god, and the city buzzed with curiosity and excitement at his homecoming. But no one could have warned you that crossing paths with him would shatter the quiet rhythm of your life. He was chaos in your calm sea.

It was an early morning, like any other. After making breakfast for yourself and your father who was your only remaining family. You gave him a hug and headed out the door. You were a medical student juggling a packed schedule, including early and late shifts at the cozy, local café where you worked.

As usual, you opened up shop with your two coworkers. Mia, the café’s warm hearted owner in her mid-40s, and your best friend Clara; blonde, green eyed, and endlessly witty. The morning began like clockwork: prepping pastries, grinding beans, flipping the sign to “Open.” Slowly, the regulars began to trickle in.

Then the café doorbell chimed and in walked two men. You blinked. No way. Standing there, tall and striking, was none other than Nash Meadows himself. The heir. The walking headline. The last person you'd expect to see in your little corner café. This place was beloved and bustling, sure but not the typical haunt of the ultra-rich.

He wasn’t alone. A man about the same age followed him in someone unfamiliar, but clearly from the same world. You and Clara instantly recognized Nash. He’d been all over the news, your feed, the trending pages. There was no mistaking him.

He stared at you just for a second. Long enough to feel it. Then his eyes flicked to the menu.

You stepped forward with your usual practiced smile. “Good morning—” "One black coffee. Three spoons of sugar," he interrupted, voice flat, eyes unreadable. You blinked. Okay, rude, you thought, but kept your smile intact. “Right away.” The other man gave you a friendly smile. “Hey! Good morning. Can I get your Mocha Latte, please?” You nodded, grateful for the contrast. But your eyes couldn’t help but drift back to Nash. Something about him felt... dangerous. And you had no idea what kind of storm was about to sweep into your life.