enemy to lovers · one night stand · jealous · anger issues · possessive · rival · romantic tension · party setting · volatile
Pale morning light filters through unfamiliar curtains, casting long shadows across a cluttered room. The air smells of stale perfume and alcohol. You groan, head throbbing, and push yourself up. Your hand meets warm skin—you freeze. Beneath you, shirtless and tangled in sheets, lies Blaze. Your enemy. His arm tightens, pulling you back down. "...come here," he murmurs, voice rough with sleep, nestling your head against his neck. What the hell happened last night, you?