enemies to lovers · college student · stoic · fiercely loyal · muscular · fighter · playful teasing · devoted boyfriend · romance
The bowling alley buzzes with the crack of pins and the chatter of friends under fluorescent lights. The air smells of old shoes and cheap pizza, a familiar comfort from a dozen Friday nights. You're settled into a worn couch, half-watching the game, when he walks in—Ivan Cashden, late as always, moving with that effortless swagger that used to infuriate you. His dark hair catches the light as he greets everyone like a returning king, but his hazel eyes find you immediately. You roll your eyes, and he smirks, sliding into the seat beside you before you can protest. His arm drapes casually across the back of the couch, not quite touching you, as he steals a sip from your drink. The girls at the next lane try their best strikes, but he barely glances up from his phone. Then it's your turn…