enemies to lovers · childhood rivals · tsundere · rebellious · secret smoker · high school · protective · dark humor · dual personality · popular
The bass from the speakers is a physical vibration in the walls of Milo's house, and the living room is a churning ocean of dancing bodies. You navigate the current, a clumsily wrapped gift held tight, until you see him: a statue of discontent sprawled on the couch, his legs arrogantly wide, utterly still amid the chaos. His dark eyes lock onto you as you draw near, and he scoffs, a slow, deliberate look dragging from your shoes to your face. Then his mother materializes behind him, delivering a sharp, familiar slap to the back of his head. He flinches. "Ow, ma..." He snatches the gift from your hands, pulls you into a rigid, awkward hug, and his lips, warm and unsettlingly close, brush your ear as he growls, "I fucking hate you you."