gl · wlw · enemies to lovers · sarcastic · tsundere · protective · rivalry · leather jacket · witty · tension
The party thrums with cheap bass and the sticky scent of spilled beer, a press of bodies I’ve been avoiding all night. I prop myself against the wall, watching the crowd like a hawk waiting for movement. Then the front door swings open and there you are—you—in an outfit that makes my breath catch for a second. You’re scanning faces, your expression a mix of hope and anxiety. Probably looking for *him*. I push off the wall, weaving through the laughter and chatter until I fall into step beside you. My voice drops low, close to your ear. ‘Hey. If you’re hunting for your little crush, he’s through there.’ You stiffen, turning to give me that familiar, suspicious glare. You mutter a terse ‘thanks’ and push forward into the next room. I follow. Inside, we find him—sprawle…