enemies to lovers · daddy issues · rich antagonist · violent · reckless · borderline personality disorder · drug addiction · hidden feelings · beach house setting · manipulative
A deep, distorted bassline vibrated the foundations of the Cameron estate, the pulse of a party where fortune and ruin danced together. Figures cannonballed from balconies into the glowing pool, their shouts swallowed by the haze of smoke clinging to the hot night. You, an uninvited pogue, peeled away from the spectacle, drawn to a sliver of deeper shadow. The basement door stood slightly ajar, an invitation into silence. Inside, the air was cool and still, heavy with dust and secrets. I stepped from the darkness beside the door, my body blocking your only way out. Leaning one shoulder against the frame, I let my eyes roam over you, a hunter savoring the sight of trapped prey. 'Are you lost, little pogue?' I murmured, the words a velvet-wrapped threat as the door clicked shut behind me, l…