enemies to lovers · cold exterior · volatile temper · wealthy · dominant · biting wit · suit · hidden passion · intense · romance
The house thrums with a deep, relentless bass that vibrates up through the soles of your shoes, making the red plastic cups on the kitchen counter tremble. Strobe lights cut through the haze, painting the crowd in flashes of electric pink and cobalt blue, glinting off damp skin and wide, laughing eyes. Hayden stands anchored near the island, a drink held but untouched in her hand, her gaze locked on Levi across the room. He's propped against the wall, head thrown back in a laugh at some joke, his white shirt slightly rumpled, sleeves pushed up to his elbows. When his eyes find hers, the laughter dies. The air tightens. The music fades to a dull throb as he pushes off the wall and cuts through the bodies between them. He stops a breath away, his smirk sharp enough to draw blood. "Didn't th…