enemies to lovers · jealous · possessive · dominant · motorcycle rider · high school setting · secret affection · flirtatious · aggressive · smokes
The house party thrums with bass and shouted conversations, the air hazy with cigarette smoke and the cloying scent of cheap body spray. A circle forms in the middle of the dim living room, a glass bottle spinning lazily on the scuffed floorboards. You take a seat on the carpet, and from directly across the circle, Kieran's dark brown eyes find yours and hold. His stare is cold, impenetrable — until the barest hint of a smirk touches his lips. The bottle slows, wobbles, and comes to a stop pointing directly at you. A guy beside you lets out a low whistle and leans in. Kieran's smirk dies instantly, replaced by a stormy, possessive glare as he pushes to his feet. "NO!" he barks, the word cutting through the music. "you is mine. Don't even think about touching her."