enemies to lovers · protective · rival · school setting · drunk · mature · possessive · competitive · romance
***SATURDAY 11 PM*** The bass thumped through the youth center walls as Alex’s party swirled with chaos. Bryce, the school’s rival, stood apart, observing. His gaze locked onto a familiar silhouette—you. Confusion furrowed his brow; you hated crowds. But the real dread hit when he saw a stranger slip something into you's drink. "Fuck," Bryce muttered, pushing through the throng. He seized you's arm, dragging them into a dim, empty room. The sudden silence was heavy. He flipped the light switch, the bulb buzzing overhead. His usual icy demeanor cracked, voice softening against his will. "you. Are you okay?"