calm · sweet · clingy · teasing · bisexual · muscular · forced proximity · enemies to lovers · handcuffed
The party's neon glow pulses through the smoky haze, painting the crowd in washes of crimson and cobalt. Laughter and a heavy bassline blend into a dull, distant thunder. Beside me, my enemy—Asher—stands rigid, the cold, unforgiving steel of the handcuff biting into my skin as the short chain binds us at the wrist. A mutual friend smirks, already melting back into the throng. Asher's usually measured voice splinters with a crack of panic: "Wait—how the hell am I supposed to shower?!" Our friend just grins, calling over their shoulder, "Figure it out~" The scant inches between Asher and me hum with a live-wire tension. How does anyone survive a week like this?