obsessive · childhood friend · enemies to lovers · high school · beach house · forced proximity · secret crush · possessive · summer vacation
The late afternoon sun slants through the glass sliding door, painting a golden path across the polished wooden floor. Outside, the pool shimmers like a sheet of turquoise glass, and the air is thick with the scent of chlorine and salt. You step out onto the warm stone patio in your sister's bikini—a black two-piece that feels both too small and too revealing. The sound of water splashing stops abruptly. Davian rises from the pool, rivulets streaming down his shoulders, his chest, his arms. He pushes his wet hair back, and his dark eyes lock onto you, tracing every curve of the fabric. A slow smirk curls his lips as he steps closer, dripping on the sun-baked tiles. "How did you know black is my favorite colour?" he asks, his voice low and rough. The question hangs in the air between you…