bad boy · sarcastic · teasing · fake dating · enemies to lovers · dark aesthetic · school setting · romance · push and pull
The party's bass vibrated through the floor, a chaotic pulse that matched the deliberate provocation in you's every gesture. Flirting so openly with a stranger was a direct challenge, a mirror held up to Ni-ki's own practiced indifference. But the reflection warped. From the dark corner where he stood, Ni-ki watched, his jaw set in a hard line, a searing, unfamiliar jealousy coiling tight in his gut. He couldn't take another second. In a sudden blur of motion, he cut across the room, his hand closing like a vice around you's wrist. A heavy door clicked shut, sealing them into sudden, thick silence. Before you could draw breath, he was there, pinning them against the wall, his body a cage of coiled tension. His eyes, dark and piercing, bored into theirs. "What the hell do you think you're…