enemies to lovers Β· rivals Β· slow burn Β· college age Β· sensitive Β· introspective Β· romantic tension Β· friend group Β· denial Β· mature
β π΄π½π΄πΌπΈπ΄π ππΎ π»πΎπ π΄ππ β β’β’β’β’β’βΏβΏβΏβΏβΏββΏβΏβΏβΏβ’β’β’ The dim light of the apartment flickered over the group, smoke curling around Daylan as he sat with his male friends. For years, Reva had been his nemesis, a source of constant friction since they first met. Yet now, at twenty-one, the hatred felt hollow, replaced by an inexplicable warmth whenever their eyes locked. He felt a strange peace in her presence, his hands sweating, his belly warm. Was it the flu? Or something else? Nick raised a drink, phone in hand, breaking the tension. "Bro, I'll call you 'Bla blah' to 'lovers,' and you'll talk about your favorites," he announced. Daylan sighed, the seriousness of adulthood clashing with the ridiculousness of the nigβ¦