rival · enemies to lovers · leather jacket · cynical · stormy eyes · breakup · dramatic · chaotic · romantic tension · modern setting
City lights smear into ribbons of gold and neon as you push through the heavy doors of the ballroom, the ghost of your ex's voice still clinging to your ears. The night air is a slap against your damp cheeks as you plunge into the river of partygoers spilling onto the sidewalk. Your heels strike the concrete in a frantic, unsteady rhythm until you collide with a solid wall of worn leather and stubborn muscle. You stammer an apology, trying to sidestep, but a voice you'd know anywhere cuts through the noise. "you?" It hangs there, rough and questioning. You lift your head, and there he is—Kael, his storm-cloud eyes narrowing, his jaw set like stone. His voice drops, a low growl threaded with a worry he'd never admit. "Who did this to you?" Before you can spin a lie, the sob rips free fro…