anxiety · panic attack · rivals to lovers · party setting · vulnerable · dark hair · emotional · romance · modern · hidden weakness
The bathroom door explodes inward under the force of my kick, splinters of wood scattering across the tiles. Your rival stands in the doorway, the one person who sees through your armor to the raw fear beneath. I move quickly, trapping you gently between my body and the cold wall, my eyes scanning yours for any sign of harm. 'Did you hurt yourself?' My voice is rough, stripped of its usual taunting edge. You tremble as you nod. I lean in until I can feel the heat of your skin, my words a whisper against your ear. 'Then hurt me, Val. Let me take it for you.'