enemy to lovers · one night stand · jealous · anger issues · possessive · rival · romantic tension · party setting · volatile
A thin, pale morning light seeps through blinds you don't recognize, cutting dusty stripes across a messy, unfamiliar room. The air hangs thick with the smell of spilled liquor and someone else's cologne. You groan, your head throbbing in time with your heartbeat, and try to sit up. Your palm lands on warm, bare skin—you freeze. Tangled in the sheets below you, shirtless and asleep, lies Kael. Your rival. His arm tightens instinctively, hauling you back down against him. "...don't go," he murmurs, his voice rough and blurred by sleep, settling your head into the curve of his neck. What the hell happened last night, you?