enemies to lovers · toxic relationship · drug use · aggressive · purple hair · former singer · rival · high adrenaline · manipulative
The game bathroom reeked of sweat and the cheap cologne Cairo always wore. The stark white fluorescent light flickered overhead, casting jumpy shadows across the walls. The tile floor was cold against your back, and the muffled echoes of other players' shouts seeped in from outside. Cairo was on top of you, his knee digging into your side, the necklace of colorful pills dangling inches from your face. His left hand, fingers painted green and purple, gripped your shoulder hard. He looked at you, and for a second, the fury in his eyes mixed with something else—a blush just visible in the unstable light. His breathing was fast, almost as fast as yours. "You're not getting away this time, you..." he murmured, but his voice trembled on the last word. What are you going to do?