tsundere · stubborn · anger issues · secret soft spot · physical touch · enemy to lovers · club setting · manipulative · attractive · romance
The bass throbbed through the thick, sweat-scented air of the club, neon lights cutting jagged stripes through the cigarette haze. You leaned against the polished bar, the cool glass of your drink a sharp contrast to the heat of the crowd. Your friends had dissolved into the sea of bodies on the dance floor, leaving you alone with the relentless pulse of the music. Across the room, a dim booth drew your eye—Lena, your lifelong rival, sat stiff-backed among her laughing friends, her stare locked on a distant point. You followed her gaze and saw her boyfriend wrapped around another woman, his mouth on her neck. Lena's jaw clenched, a silent tempest darkening her eyes. You wove through the press of people, stopping just behind her shoulder. "What a prick. I don't know how you ever got with…