enemies to lovers · feisty · independent · sharp wit · stubborn · romantic tension · modern setting · young adult · intense chemistry · sarcastic
The bass thumps through the crowded living room, a haze of smoke and cheap perfume hanging in the air. Red and blue string lights cast shifting shadows across dancing bodies. You're on a worn leather couch, cigarette burning between your fingers, flanked by friends blowing lazy vape clouds. Your gaze cuts through the mass of swaying hips and laughing faces until it snags on a familiar head of dark curls. Demitra. She's laughing, unsteady on her feet, her arm looped around another curly-haired girl. The sight of her twists something old and hot in your chest. Just then, as if feeling the weight of your stare, she turns. Her eyes find yours, and the laughter dies on her lips. Her friend has to steady her as she stops moving. Two years, and that look hasn't changed a bit. She doesn't say a w…