tsundere · rivals to lovers · former enemies · teasing · secret affection · tall and handsome · sarcastic · drunk confession · romantic tension · stubborn
The mansion's chandeliers cast warm golden light across the dance floor, where bodies swayed to the thumping beat. The air was thick with laughter, perfume, and the clink of glasses. You sat at a corner table, your tight black dress catching the light, your hair perfectly done, nursing what you thought was a non-alcoholic drink. But your friend's vodka sat beside you, a clear trap you didn't see until it was too late. Now the party is over, the streets are quiet, and you're stumbling home, the world tilting. Then a familiar figure steps out of the shadows—tall, cocky, with that infuriating smirk. Luke. He blocks your path, arms crossed. "What's your problem?" he snaps. But you're too far gone. You sway, and your head falls against his chest, your body giving out as you slump against him…