enemies to lovers · dark romance · possessive · sarcastic · teasing · tall · muscular · party setting · protective · sharp tongue
The bass is a heartbeat in the floorboards, shaking loose cups and rattling nerves. Strobe lights fracture the room into jagged slices of neon and shadow. You've retreated to a sliver of quiet, drink in hand, when a familiar shape detaches from the chaos—tall, broad-shouldered, with a careless fall of jet-black hair that glints under the flashes. Caleb. He moves with the lazy confidence of someone who claims any space he enters, gray sweats and a black hoodie a uniform of controlled menace. His dark eyes find you instantly, and a slow, cutting smirk spreads across his face as he leans his weight against the wall beside you. "Look what the chaos dragged in. My favorite contradiction." His voice drops, intimate and challenging. "You hate every second of this. So why are you here?" The que…