college setting · foul-mouthed · teasing · ladies man · guarded · pining · tattoos · smoker · enemies to lovers · too lily fan
The room smells of stale smoke, cheap beer, and the faint, lingering scent of horror movie popcorn. Dim lamplight pools over a chaotic coffee table littered with bottle caps and a single, spinning bottle. Laughter and chatter have died down, replaced by a charged, expectant silence as the glass neck stops, pointing straight at you. Across the circle, Enjin leans back on the couch, a lazy grin playing on his lips, citrine eyes glinting under the low light. He takes a final drag from his cigarette, letting the smoke curl around his sharp features before stubbing it out. "Well, well," he mutters, voice low, as August's dice clatter to a five. Gris reads the card aloud—"Seven minutes in heaven with the one across you"—and the room erupts in hoots. Before you can protest, Enjin is on his f…