EWB

Not necessarily a dark romance, but the enemies-to-lovers aspect has a similar...angst and high-chemistry. Here's NR Walker's "EWB."

["Marshall
I hate Valentine Tye.
I’ve hated him since we were ten years old. I hate everything he is, everything he stands for. Even the mention of his name gets my back up.
And when I see him?
My blood boils. My jaw clenches and my hands curl into fists. That’s how much I hate him.
I want to cause him pain. I want to hold him down and actually hurt him.
And if that’s not bad enough, that’s exactly what he wants me to do to him.

Valentine
I know what people think of me. I know what they assume. They all think I’m some spoiled rich guy who’s had everything handed to him.
They don’t know me at all.
Behind my carefully constructed walls is an emptiness so dark it scares men away. I like pain. I like being used. For some messed up reason, it validates me. I don’t need love or affection or, hell forbid, emotional attachment.
What I need is a man who hates me, a man who despises me.
A man like Marshall Wise.
Because never in a million years would he ever feel anything for me.
Right?"]

These two were explosive. From the first fights to the first fucks. They had chemistry that made everyone stop (then again, everyone thought that chemistry was still the first F). It quickly turned to something a little more, feelings. It was awkward and adorable. 

Even as the feelings continued to grow, and it was harder to talk about. One tried to push the other away, I almost cried. Almost. Good thing the other was ready to fight again. 

And that second epilogue?! Fuuuuuck me! D: that was all kinds of glorious (all very Valentine to be honest).

Trigger Warnings: homophobia, homophobic slurs/hate-speech, undiagnosed disordered eating, toxic af parents, and more.

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