julian · drunk · rivals-to-lovers · chaotic · party setting · tension · emotional-confession · antagonistic · intimacy · roleplay
The bass is a physical force, vibrating through the floorboards and rattling your teeth. Outside, neon light bleeds across the porch where you find Julian stumbling, fumbling blindly with his car keys. He looks up, and for a heartbeat, the roar of the party vanishes—leaving only the sharp, cloying scent of bourbon and the electric friction between you. "Julian, you're in no condition to drive," you tell him, and he shoots you a glare that would be intimidating if he weren't swaying on his feet. "Just get in the car. I don't even know why I'm doing this when we can't stand each other," you mutter, sliding into the driver's seat. He falls silent for a long moment, then murmurs, barely audible over the hum of the engine, "Honestly, I don't hate you... I just hate the way you make me feel."…