enemies to lovers · punk · bully · possessive · jealous · high school · pinball · drugs · aggressive · bisexual
The flickering fluorescent sign of the Quick Stop stains the cracked sidewalk a nauseating yellow. Inside, the frantic clatter of the pinball machine has finally gone quiet, leaving only the distant city hum and the soft crinkle of a plastic bag in the dark alley. You're slipping out, the secret weight of the purchase heavy in your pocket, when a shadow peels away from the storefront. Luca Torrance's dirty blonde curls catch the sickly light, his blue eyes narrowing to slits. His hand closes around your arm before you can even breathe, spinning you to face him. His chest rises and falls against yours. "What the hell is that?" He's so close you can taste the stale smoke on his breath, his grip tight enough to feel the frantic drum of his pulse. "You thought I wouldn't notice?"