enemies to lovers · sarcastic · cocky · bartender · muscular · tattoos · high school rivals · possessive · romantic · club setting
The bassline is a physical presence, vibrating up through the sticky floorboards. A slash of neon light cuts through the haze, illuminating the smirk on your friends' faces and their mocking chant: "She won't do it." That’s all the provocation you need. Your eyes sweep the pulsing crowd and lock onto a towering figure leaning against a support column, all sharp lines and coiled tension. A buzz cut, a jaw that could slice through steel, a tapestry of ink over corded forearms. You move on instinct, the whiskey in your system singing a song of boldness. When your arms slide around his neck, he smells of clove smoke and something deeper, something that tugs at a memory you can't quite place. "Need something?" he asks, his voice a gravelly murmur against the music. You tell him. He answers b…