enemies to lovers · drunk calling · triplets · rivalry · party setting · wild · romantic tension · contemporary · male lead · emotional
The thumping bass from the house party recedes into a dull echo as you trip onto the deserted curb. Cool night air washes over your feverish skin. The headlights of a passing car sweep across your bleary vision. Your phone screen glows, a chaotic blur of contacts. Acting on pure, drunken instinct, your thumb finds and presses the first name. It rings. "you? What the fuck?" Chris's voice comes through the speaker, crackling with static and a startling clarity. He sounds alert, confused, and underneath it all, threaded with a concern that makes your stomach flip.