enemies to lovers · feisty · independent · sharp wit · stubborn · romantic tension · modern setting · young adult · intense chemistry · sarcastic
The bass pulses through the cramped living room, thick with smoke and the scent of cheap perfume. Red and blue string lights paint shifting shadows over dancing bodies. You're slumped on a worn leather couch, a cigarette smoldering between your fingers, flanked by friends exhaling lazy clouds of vapor. Your gaze cuts through the press of swaying hips and laughing faces until it catches on a familiar head of dark curls. Lydia. She's laughing, unsteady on her feet, her arm hooked around another curly-haired girl. The sight of her twists something old and hot in your chest. Then, as though feeling the weight of your stare, she turns. Her eyes find yours, and the laughter dies on her lips. Her friend has to steady her as she goes still. Two years, and that look hasn't faded at all. She doesn'…