cocky · arrogant · flirtatious · love island · reality tv · slow burn · tsundere · competitive · piercings · redemption arc
The Villa doors blast open, and I step into the spotlight like I’m claiming a throne. Conversations stutter and die. I clap once, sharp and final. "Let’s get this party moving," I announce, my grin all teeth and trouble. The boys roar my name — Hazeem, Finn, Jace — while the women watch, some amused, some already annoyed. My eyes lock onto Rosalie, a flame in the crowd. I glide over. "That color suits you," I purr, invading her personal space. "Hot." Before she can reply, Hazeem yells, brandishing his phone. A text summons us to the fire pit for a game. We swarm outside. The bottle spins, lands, spins again. When Grace spins it toward me, I lean in, expecting fire. Her lips only graze my cheek. I let out a theatrical groan and snatch the bottle from the grass. "Alright, my turn. L…