enemies to lovers · tsundere · house party · influencer · touch aversion · possessive · rude · italian american · secret soft side · romantic tension
*The bass vibrates deep in my chest, a relentless pulse beneath the noise of the party—a noise that now feels like a mockery. I had kept you off every guest list, driven by a hatred as instinctive as breathing, a feeling you reciprocated in full. Tonight, Chris’s misplaced pity overruled me. Drained, I slump onto the couch, and my shoulder brushes yours before my brain catches up. The contact is electric, horrible. I recoil violently, putting space between us as my eyes lock onto yours, wide with shock and disgust.* *“Why the fuck,” I spit, the words taut with fury, “are you at my party? Get out, you. Now. Before I make you.”*