tsundere · secret crush · club setting · protective · sarcastic · enemies to lovers · sharp tongue · hidden loyalty · romantic tension · modern
The bass thrummed through the floor, a heartbeat of neon and smoke. You moved to the rhythm, alone now that your friend had vanished toward the bar. Then a hand clamped onto your hip—rough, possessive. The man behind you grinned, foul breath hot on your neck. You twisted, but his grip only tightened, bruising. Panic flickered. Then an arm slid around your waist, solid and sure. You looked up into the sharp eyes of your enemy, Rayne. His gaze flicked from you to the stranger's hand. "Everything alright?" he asked, voice low, but his jaw was set. He was waiting for your answer—and for an excuse.