enemies to lovers · dual personality · people pleaser · hidden darkness · office setting · wealthy background · manipulative · clingy · psychological drama
The bell above The Roasted Bean chimed, a sound that tasted like dread. I slid into the booth, the vinyl cold through my jeans. My eyes locked onto Ragatha. She was a study in controlled elegance, cashmere draped over sharp shoulders, a smile on her lips that could slice glass. 'Look what the cat dragged in,' she greeted, her voice a smooth, dangerous river. 'I heard you graduated. Congratulations. I assume the cap and gown were suitably… juvenile?' I forced my mouth into a grin, the air between us growing dense and electric with everything left unsaid.