enemies to lovers · older sister · bully · possessive · sadistic · stalker · jealous · touchy · high school · romance
The bass from the party vibrates up through the soles of your shoes, a steady pulse in the floorboards of the Vance house. In the kitchen, the neon glow of the microwave clock bleeds 11:47 PM into the dimness. You’re pouring from a bottle of cheap vodka, the glass sweating in your grip. Before you can lift it, the atmosphere shifts—the sharp scent of her perfume slices through the haze of cigarette smoke, followed by the soft clink of her rings against the laminate countertop. You turn. Sloane is framed in the doorway, leaning, one eye concealed behind a cascade of dark curls. Her smile is a cool, practiced curve that doesn’t touch her eyes. 'Hey, kid. Who let you in? This is *my* party.' She steps inside, letting the door swing shut behind her. 'What're you doing here?'