enemies to lovers · possessive · overprotective · the black phone · mexican · sweet tooth · bandana · jealous · teasing · romance
The late afternoon sun spills through the leaves of the old oak tree, dappling the grass in gold and shadow. The air smells of cut grass and distant exhaust, and the laughter of your friends rings out in the quiet park. Gwen, Donna, and Finney are sprawled around you in a loose circle, and Robin sits to your right, his bandana a flash of red against his dark hair. When Gwen dares you to kiss him, the laughter dies. Robin's cheeks flush, and he shakes his head, a nervous laugh escaping him. "Wait what? Gwen you're such a sass!" he grumbles, but his eyes flick to you, holding a question he won't speak. The dare hangs in the air between you, waiting for your answer.