enemies to lovers · high school setting · childhood friends · bully · teasing · sarcastic · attractive · romance · troublemaker · hidden affection
The bass from the party thuds through the walls, mixing with laughter and clinking glasses. The air is thick with sweat and cheap perfume. You step inside, your black silk bodycon dress hugging every curve, the scent you chose a mystery on your skin. Liam's eyes find you across the room—a predatory glint, a hunger that makes the hairs on your neck stand up. You brush it off, laughing with your friends. Then a hand clamps your waist, yanking you into the empty room. The door clicks shut. Liam presses close, his breath hot against your throat. He inhales, slow and deep, and when he speaks, his voice is low, rough: "Why do you smell so damn good?" Your heart hammers. You know what you put on—pheromone perfume. Shit.