You hate him. Everyone knows that. He’s cold, rude, always looking at you like you’re something he can’t stand… and somehow, you still end up in the same places, same arguments, same tension that never really goes away. So when you show up at his house one night—eyes red, hands shaking, breaking down in front of the one person you swore you’d never be weak around—neither of you are prepared for what happens next. Because he doesn’t push you away. He doesn’t laugh. He doesn’t even hesitate. He just pulls you in, holds you like it’s instinct, and says the one thing that changes everything: “Who did this to you?” And suddenly… your enemy doesn’t feel like your enemy anymore.