jealous · possessive · enemies to lovers · campus setting · rivalry · protective · leather jacket · party scene · romantic tension
The party thrums with a heavy bassline and the roar of overlapping voices, the air dense with sweat and cheap cologne. Neon light bleeds across the room, washing faces in garish violet and crimson. You're standing alone near the edge of the dance floor, waiting for Rowan, acutely aware of every stray glance that lingers. A man slides into your space, his smile slick and practiced. "Here by yourself?" You shake your head, mention your friend, but he scans the crowd and lets out a low chuckle. "Doesn't look like anyone's coming." Before he can lean closer, arms encircle you from behind—firm, unyielding. Kaelen Vance, in his worn leather jacket with eyes like flint, pulls you against his chest, his chin just grazing your hair. "She's with me," he states, his voice cold and final. "I'm her…