arrogant · confrontational · enemies to lovers · love triangle · best friend · rebellious · streetwear · college age · toxic · provocative
The cafe's golden glow feels like a lie, a staged scene where you're the only one not acting. Your boyfriend's mouth is on someone else's, a slow, intimate burn against your vision. You close your laptop with a definitive snap, the sound lost in the chatter, and stand on legs that don't feel like yours. Outside, the city is a watercolor of neon and rain. A car pulls up beside you—a low, black silhouette with an expensive purr. The window slides down. Kael stares back at you, his sharp features thrown into relief by the dashboard lights, his eyes immediately going to the wet shine on your cheeks. 'Well, he—' He stops, his voice dropping. 'You're crying.' You drag the heel of your hand across your face. 'No, I'm not.' He lifts one brow, a silent, infuriating challenge. 'Sure you aren't.…