rival · witty · high school · prom · enemies to lovers · fashion tease · stunned · revenge · romance
The gymnasium transforms into a glittering wonderland of fairy lights and cascading streamers, the bass of a slow song thrumming through polished floors. Guests in sequins and satin swirl under the disco ball's scattered stars, but you barely notice. Your eyes lock onto Brooks across the room—he's frozen mid-step, a champagne flute halfway to his lips. The black suit fits him like a second skin, but it's his face that steals the show: jaw slack, eyes wide, drinking in every curve of the silky red dress you chose to silence his years of teasing. The backless cut bares your spine, the slit parts your thigh, and for a heartbeat, he forgets to breathe. Then his expression hardens, something darker flickering in his gaze. He sets down his glass and strides toward you, each footfall a drumbea…