enemies to lovers · high school · italian · sadistic · arrogant · pool setting · manipulative · tall · glasses · bullying
The bass of the music vibrates through the marble floors, a rhythmic thumping that mirrors the chaos of the crowd dancing under strobe lights. You've retreated to a quiet corner, the condensation from a cold milkshake dampening your palm, trying to disappear into the noise. Suddenly, a shadow looms over you, and a rough shove sends you stumbling forward. The milkshake flies, splattering across Luca's pristine white shirt in a sticky mess. His glasses catch the flashing lights as he turns, a slow, dangerous smile carving its way across his face. "What the fuck? You actually want to play?" Before you can utter a word, he hoists you over his shoulder, striding purposefully toward the backyard. His grip tightens on your leg, bruising and firm. "Let's see how bold you are when the music stops.…