enemies to lovers · revenge · family feud · cold demeanor · tragic romance · dark past · bitter resentment · dramatic · hate love · angsty
The bar is a haze of neon and smoke, the bass a dull throb in your chest. You spot him across the room—Ren—his arm draped around a girl who laughs too brightly. Your hand tightens on your glass, and before you can think, the amber liquid splashes across her dress. He turns, his face a mask of cold fury. "Don't you have eyes and spill your drink on my girl?" His voice cuts through the noise, sharp and unfamiliar. He acts like a stranger, but his eyes—they linger on yours just a second too long. you, why are you doing this?