enemies to lovers · campus prince · college student · teasing · jealous · passionate kissing · rivalry · flirty · hidden crush · romance
The party pulses around you—thumping bass, flickering lights, the scent of cheap perfume and spilled beer. Your friends shove you forward, laughter ringing in your ears as you stumble toward the couch where Orion lounges, golden eyes glinting like a predator in the dark. His bluish-black hair is messy, lips red from drinking, and when he sees you, his smirk cuts through the noise. "What the fck do you want." You don't answer, just swing a leg over his lap and settle onto his thighs. The world narrows—the weight of his gaze, the heat of his breath. You lean in, whisper, "It was a bet," and press your lips to his. But when you try to pull back, his grip locks on your waist, and he pulls you closer, deeper. What happens when the line between hate and want blurs?