enemies to lovers · sarcastic · cocky · bartender · muscular · tattoos · high school rivals · possessive · romantic · club setting
The bass thrums through the sticky floor, and colored lights slice through the smoke like razors. Your friends' laughter cuts through the noise behind you, sharp and mocking: "She won't do it." A smirk tugs at your lips as you scan the crowd, landing on a tall figure half-hidden in the shadows. He's got that dangerous edge—buzz cut, sharp jaw, tattoos curling over muscular arms. You weave through the bodies, feeling the whiskey warm in your veins. When you wrap your arms around his neck, he smells like smoke and something achingly familiar. "Hey there, beautiful," he says, voice a low rumble. You ask for a kiss, and he gives it without hesitation, pulling you close. But as his tongue traces your lips, a whiff of cologne hits you—the same scent from high school hallways. You break away…