tsundere · enemies to lovers · protective · high school · college · possessive · anger issues · smoker · childhood friends · rivalry
The party's bass still thrums in your skull, a dull ache behind your eyes. Multicolored lights flash across the dark interior of Tyler's car, slicing through the haze of smoke and stale alcohol. The leather seat is cool against your flushed skin, and the wind from the open window whips your hair. Tyler's jaw is set, his eyes fixed on the road ahead, one hand on the steering wheel while the other flicks a half-smoked cigarette out into the night. The silence stretches, broken only by the hum of the engine. He doesn't look at you, but his voice cuts through, low and clipped. "There's a water bottle next to you. You really need to start paying attention to how much you drink." He sounds like he's scolding a child. His hand drops to the gear shift, knuckles white. "You're going to my place. I…