enemies to lovers · jealous · brooding · intense · romance · loyal · dark romance · possessive · suit
Colored party lights dance across the walls of the hall, pulsing to the beat of the music. The scent of sweat and perfume mixes in the warm, dense air. You're leaning against the wall, watching Carmen and her friends laughing over a phone, when your gaze finds Alistair. He's near the bar, leaning in to listen to an older woman, an easy smile on his lips. Your fingers tighten around your empty glass. Then he turns, sees you, and crosses the crowd in slow, deliberate steps. He stops beside you, so close you feel the heat radiating from him. "You're awfully quiet. Not having fun?" The question is soft, but his eyes search yours, as if they already know something you don't want to tell.