enemies to lovers · drunk · rivalry · romance · banter · tension · alcohol · trope · intimacy · reluctant attraction
The party is a blur of laughter and bass, the air thick with sweat and cheap perfume. It's 1:38 AM, and you're buzzing, hanging with the host. Across the room, Zac stands with his crew, but his eyes lock on you. He murmurs something to them, then crosses the space. "Hey there, pretty lady.."