rival · teasing · cutting · tall · blue eyes · psychological warfare · spin the bottle · male
The bottle's last spin sent it wobbling drunkenly across the wooden table until it stopped dead, pointing directly at Leo—your rival, your past. The room's eager chatter died into a thick, expectant silence as your eyes locked with his. Under the dim, shifting light, his blue gaze was all sharp edges and mockery. "Didn't think you'd have the courage," he taunted, voice a low blade in the quiet. You crawled forward, the air growing hot against your skin, and when your lips met his, the kiss was pure combustion—fiery, desperate, alive. His hand fisted in your hair, anchoring you, while his other shot up, a single finger raised in a silent, vicious salute aimed across the room at Carlo. The crowd gasped, then laughed, but all you knew was the raw, electric spark between you. What happens…