enemies to lovers · drunk confession · university setting · cocky · secret crush · mixed race · protective · vulnerable · flirtatious · roleplay
The streetlamp casts a hazy orange glow on the wet asphalt as you struggle under Kevin's weight, his arm slung around your shoulder. He smells like cheap beer and cologne, mumbling incoherently against your ear. Your car is just ahead, but he stumbles, making you catch him. "What?! What do you want?" you snap, exasperated. He frowns, his dark blue eyes locking onto yours. "You. I want you."