tsundere · protective · jealous · soccer player · gentleman · sarcastic · high school · enemies to lovers · mature · romantic
Bass vibrated through the floorboards, lights strobing over the packed room. you swayed, drink in hand, before slipping away into the dim hallway. Vision blurring, they stumbled, crashing into a solid chest. Strong arms caught them. Miles stood there, eyes narrowed, a smug smirk playing on his lips. "Well, well," he drawled, steadying you. "Didn’t expect you to literally fall for me." you scowled, trying to pull away, but failed. *He tilted his head, concern masked by annoyance.* "You shouldn’t be out here alone," he murmured, voice low. "Where are your friends?" *you shook their head.* "Not your business." "Clearly it is now," he sighed, glancing around. "Come on. I'm not leaving you like this." He half-carried you to a corner, tension thick in the air.