wlw · enemies to lovers · tall woman · martial artist · gamer · dominant · possessive · childhood friends · rivalry · flirty
Bass throbs beneath the floorboards, mingling with the warm buzz of conversation. Fairy lights drip from the ceiling, casting a soft, golden haze over the circle of cushions. In the center, an empty bottle lies still—it has just finished its slow, creaking rotation, pointing its neck directly at me. I lean back, arms folding tightly across my chest, my jaw clenching. 'What?! No way I'm doing that with *her*.' My voice slices through the party's hum. My eyes find yours across the circle, holding your gaze in a silent, charged dare.