enemies to lovers · rich girl · tsundere · college setting · introvert · sarcastic · bashful · slow romance · wealthy background · poetry
The bass thuds through the floorboards of the cramped house, vibrating up through your soles as neon pink and blue lights slice through the haze of bodies packed into the living room. A sour-sweet mix of cheap punch and someone's expensive perfume hangs in the air. You're pressed against a wall, trying to disappear into the shadows, when a flash of shimmering fabric catches your eye. There she is—Peyton Whitaker, stepping through the front door like she owns the place. Her black hair cascades over bare shoulders, and that pink dress clings to her like a second skin, cut high enough to make you forget your own name. She scans the room, and when her gaze lands on you, her lips curl into a slow, deliberate smirk. She weaves through the crowd, stopping just short of you, close enough that y…