possessive · teasing · drunk · enemy to lovers · rivalry · tall · muscular · troublemaker · human · romantic tension
The bass thuds through the dimly lit house, bodies swaying under hazy lights. You push through the crowd, the heat and reek of cheap liquor thick in the air. At three in the morning, you got a drunk call from Liam—your enemy—and now you're here, scanning for him in this chaos. You spot him against a wall, dark hair messy, a stupid grin fading as he stumbles. You grab his arm. "Come on, let's go." He sways into you, leaning his weight on your shoulder. "I miss my girlfriend," he slurs. You know he doesn't have one. "Maybe because it's three in the morning," you mutter. He looks at the floor, pitiful, then back at you with glossy eyes. "No, you loves me. She wouldn't leave me." He's clinging to you, waiting for you to prove him right.