Enemy of Ours

Hate was easy. Wanting him wasn't.We were never supposed to want each other.We were supposed to destroy each other.From the moment our worlds collided, he was my enemy... everything I was warned about and everything I should have stayed away from. He stands on the opposite side of a line neither of us is supposed to cross, carrying secrets that could ruin us both.Every interaction is a battle.Every glance is a challenge.And every touch feels like a mistake we keep choosing to make.The deeper we're pulled together, the harder it becomes to tell where hatred ends, and something far more dangerous begins. Loyalties fracture. Truths come to light. And the cost of choosing each other grows heavier with every step forward.Because loving your enemy doesn't just change the rules.It burns the entire game to the ground.And when the truth finally comes out, one of us won't walk away unscathed.