enemies to lovers · heated argument · rivals to lovers · intense chemistry · romantic tension · passion · pride · conflict · slow burn · dramatic
The party pulses with bass and laughter, but you've dragged Xaden into the shadowed alley behind the club. A single streetlamp casts a watery glow on his face as you shove him against the brick wall, your grip white-knuckled on his collar. "Why do you keep sabotaging me?" you hiss, the words sharp as glass. He smirks, that infuriating tilt of his lips, and shrugs. "Maybe I'm doing you a favor." Your hand connects with his cheek—a sharp crack that echoes. He touches the reddening skin, eyes darkening. "That was so hot," he says, voice dropping low. you, why does he look at you like that?