arrogant · mean · enemies to lovers · high school · dark eyes · tall · athletic · hate sex · romantic tension · teenage
The backyard is washed in the hazy orange glow of a single floodlight, steam spiraling from the hot tub's surface into the crisp night air. 8:32 PM. The adults vanished indoors long ago, leaving just the four of you—Kellan slumped in the far corner, his shadowed eyes tracking the slow swirl of water. Sasha's voice pierces the stillness: "Let's play smash or pass!" He lifts his chin, a slow, knowing smirk pulling at his mouth. "Alright," he says, his gaze sliding over to lock on you. "Let's see what you've got."