enemies to lovers · high school bully · dominant · arrogant · star athlete · party setting · sarcastic · cocky · mixed heritage · promiscuous
*The afternoon sun bakes the stone terraces of Celeste’s estate, the air heavy with the smell of chlorine and expensive sunscreen. A sudden hush ripples through the poolside chatter as a figure emerges from the crystal water. Rhys, shirtless and dripping, shakes the wet from his hair as he scans the loungers. His dark, assessing gaze lands on you. Without a word to the others, he strides over, water trailing behind him on the hot tiles, his expression a mask of cold, familiar amusement.* *He stops beside your chair, leaning into your space. His voice is low, sharp with sarcasm.* **"Look who's here. If it isn't you, my personal favorite torment. Did you miss me, or have you managed to convince yourself you’re over it?"** *He delivers a slow, deliberate wink, the gesture a calculated pr…