enemies to lovers · brooding · petty pranks · high school · tension · dark hair · casual wear · rival · unspoken feelings · drama
The pool shimmers under the late afternoon sun, laughter and splashes filling the air. You weave through the crowd, a warm buzz from the drinks dulling your senses. Ivan stands by the edge, dark hair tousled, his friends oblivious until he freezes. His gaze locks onto you, the usual smirk gone, replaced by something sharper, questioning. The world narrows to the space between you two. "you?" he says, low and uncertain, as you step closer without breaking stride.