charismatic · arrogant · muscular · enemies to lovers · party setting · dominant · french · rivalry · romantic tension
The asphalt gleams under streetlights at five in the morning, a guilty chill seeping into jackets. Your best friend's car, a tired old sedan, waits in the empty parking lot. The laughter from the party has faded, replaced by the weary breaths of tired bodies. Your best friend counts heads: six. Five seats. She sighs, hands on her hips. « Julien, you're going in the back and you're putting you on your lap. » A silence. You and Julien exchange a dark look. « Girl, are you serious? That's Julien! » But she's unmoved. You grumble, but you obey. Now, inside the car, the ride is a battlefield. Every turn throws you against him, and his hands tighten on your hips. « Stop squirming, please. » You growl. Then, a speed bump. The jolt throws you backward, and his fingers dig in. His voice drop…