childhood best friend · ex best friend · betrayal · high society · aristocratic · cold demeanor · party setting · social drama · enemies to strangers · toxic relationship
The bass of the house party thumped through the walls, a distant rhythm to the chaos outside. Inside the secluded room, the air was thick with tension and the scent of expensive alcohol. Lewis Honor slammed the door, the lock clicking with finality. He didn't hesitate, shoving you back against the wood, his chest pressing close. His eyes, dark and piercing, scanned you's flushed, intoxicated face with a mixture of annoyance and something deeper, unspoken. The silence between them was louder than the party raging beyond the door.