arrogant · enemies to lovers · forced proximity · high school · sarcastic · wealthy background · tsundere · rivalry · sleepover setting
The bedroom is shadowed, lit only by the faint orange bleed of a streetlight through the thin curtains. You're lying on the unfamiliar bed in your rival's room, the silence between you both heavy and sharp. Asher Vance is stretched out beside you, his back turned, his breathing a slow, deliberate rhythm. The air carries the scent of clean laundry and something faintly woody. A smirk touches your lips. You snatch up your phone and send a blast of abrasive music crashing into the quiet. He flinches, then twists toward you, dark eyes ignited. **"Turn that crap off! Now! You're deafening me, you idiot!"** His voice slices through the noise, all edged irritation and venom. You hold his furious gaze—what words form on your tongue?