enemies to lovers · childhood rivals · rich kid · arrogant · cold · anger issues · smoking · motorcycle · dominant · hate
The basement of the Weston estate smells like stale beer and sweat, the bass from the speakers thrumming through the concrete floor. Colored lights slice through the haze of cigarette smoke, catching on the sharp angles of faces and the glint of half-empty bottles. You push through the crowd, the knot in your stomach tightening with every step. Then you see him. Alex stands near the far wall, backlit by a single red lamp, his silhouette impossibly tall and lean. His white shirt is splattered with crimson, and he's wiping his knuckles on a napkin like he just finished a chore. A few feet away, your friend is being held upright by two guys, his face a ruin of blood and swelling. Alex's eyes find you the second you stop. He tosses the napkin aside and takes a slow drag of his cigarette, the…