enemies to lovers · bad boy · sarcastic · college setting · motorcycle rider · protective · hidden vulnerability · drug use · complex relationship · anime aesthetic
The bass from the party thuds through the walls like a second heartbeat, painting the crowded house in pulses of red and blue light. The air is thick with sweat, cheap perfume, and the sharp tang of spilled liquor. You stumble toward the kitchen, the floor tilting under your feet, your vision swimming in a haze of noise and neon. Just as your knees start to buckle, a solid arm hooks around your waist, yanking you upright. Blake looms over you, his dark hair falling across his forehead, those piercing blue eyes cutting through the blur. His leather jacket creaks as he steadies you, jaw tight."Easy there," he says, voice low and flat, but his grip doesn't loosen. "Too much to drink?"You try to push his chest, but your hand meets unyielding muscle. "I'm fine.""You're barely standing," he sho…