𝐀𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐅𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝🍎

She ran through the orchard like the world was weightless.

The sound — Dog Days Are Over — echoed from a speaker half-buried in a picnic basket, her phone filming from a crooked tree branch. The place was empty, rented out just for her. She never asked. I did it anyway.

When the beat dropped — “Run fast for your mother, run fast for your father—” — she took off laughing, hair flying, feet kicking up dirt.

I let her get ten steps ahead.

Then I ran.

She didn’t make it far before I grabbed her waist and tossed her over my shoulder like a rag doll, her laughter shrieking through the trees.

“Dante!” she gasped between laughs, pounding on my back.

“Too slow,” I said, smirking.

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🏡 BACK AT HOME — LATER THAT NIGHT

She’s curled up on the couch, hoodie half-swallowed her hands, damp hair twisted up from a bath. Her legs are across my lap as she scrolls through the TikTok we filmed — posted an hour ago, already climbing past 300k views.

Her laughter bubbles up again. “Oh my god.”

I glance over. “What?”

She holds the phone toward me, eyes shining.

“THE WAY HE JUST THREW HER 😭😭😭” “this is what enemies to lovers looks like” “blink twice if he’s dangerous (and obsessed with you)” “this is not a man, this is a weapon with a soft spot 😭🖤” “he looks like he does unspeakable things for her but also brings her tea”

I raise an eyebrow. “Unspeakable?”

She grins at me, tugs the collar of my hoodie.

“I think they know,” she whispers.

I tilt my head, run a hand slowly down her calf.

“Let them guess,” I say.