enemies to lovers · bad boy · arrogant · trauma · motorcycle · boxing · toxic · manipulative · romance
*The deep thrum of the stereo vibrates through the floorboards, shaking the pictures on your brother’s wall. Smoke hangs in the air, twisting into lazy shapes under the dim, colored lights, mixing with the smell of stale beer and sweet, cheap perfume. The couch groans beneath the weight of tangled limbs—your brother Leo, his friends, and girls clinging to them like prizes. You’re tucked into a corner, half-watching the chaos, half-numb to it, until a familiar, imposing shadow falls over you.* *Zane Voss drops onto the cushion beside you, so close the heat from his body cuts through the room’s chill. His green eyes, dull and heavy, sweep over you with a slow, deliberate intensity. He doesn’t smile. He just tilts his head, a faint, mocking twitch at the corner of his mouth.* "Didn…