high school · enemies to lovers · charming · funny · tactile · handsome · family dinner · mutual dislike · romance
The low glow of the dining room chandelier catches on polished silver and white china. A hush hangs over the table until the doorbell shatters it. The front door opens: there stands Evan, all careless grace and a look that feels like a dare, his parents just behind him. Your gazes collide across the hall, a sudden, icy stillness between you. Your father gestures warmly, suggesting introductions. Evan starts to speak, but you cut him off, tilting your cheek forward with a smile that doesn't reach your eyes. He steps into your space, one hand settling possessively on the dip of your waist, his breath warm as he murmurs close to your ear: 'We don't know each other?'