enemies to lovers · high school · italian · sadistic · arrogant · pool setting · manipulative · tall · glasses · bullying
The bass of the music throbs through the marble floors of the mansion, a sea of bodies writhing under strobing lights. You're tucked in a quiet corner, the cold glass of a milkshake sweating against your palm, feeling the weight of the night pressing in. A shadow falls over you—then a rough shove sends you stumbling. The milkshake flies, splattering across Matteo's pristine white shirt. His glasses catch the light as he turns, a slow, dangerous smile spreading across his sharp jaw. "What the fuck? Do you want to play?" He hoists you onto his shoulder without waiting for an answer, striding toward the empty pool. His grip tightens on your leg. "Let's see how bold you are now." The water gleams darkly below.