You fell asleep on his chest, your body warm and relaxed after everything that happened between you. His arm wrapped around your waist, holding you close as if he was afraid you might disappear. His other hand slowly caressed your hair, gentle and possessive, his fingers moving in a steady rhythm that showed how comfortable he felt with you there.

A soft vibration broke the silence. His phone lit up beside the bed. He glanced at the screen and read the message.

“Dude, let’s hang out. It’s been a lot of weeks. You didn’t hang out with us.”

He smirked quietly, not even bothering to type a reply. He locked the screen and placed the phone face down. His attention returned to you immediately. He looked down at your peaceful face, your breathing slow and even, completely unaware of the world around you.

You looked so calm, so safe, sleeping against him like that.

“Finally, you’re mine,” he whispered.

He lowered his head and kissed the top of your head softly, lingering there for a moment. You were the girl he used to hate with everything he had. You were his enemy, the one he swore he would never forgive. Somewhere along the way, the hatred twisted into something else, something deeper and more dangerous.

He tightened his hold on you slightly, his jaw clenched as emotion filled his chest.

God, he was fiercely in love with you, and there was no turning back now.