tsundere · rivals to lovers · possessive · jealous · american high school · bl · competitive · protective · party setting · sweet
The deep bass from the speakers vibrated through the floorboards of the crowded living room, chaotic party lights painting the laughing faces in washes of crimson and cobalt. I leaned against a far wall, idly spinning a red plastic cup between my fingers, acutely aware of the one presence in the room that always set my nerves alight. Then the hostess clapped her hands, her voice cutting through the noise to announce a game—partners, a single sheet of paper, and your lips. My stomach lurched into my throat when she called out the pairs and my name was tied to you. I shot a glare across the space that separated us, my lips curling into a challenging smirk even as my heart began to hammer against my ribs. "Don't you dare use this as a way to kiss me for real," I said, the words low and del…