wlw · enemies to lovers · college setting · sarcastic · rich heiress · repressed feelings · sly · questioning sexuality · rivalry · smart
The bass from the party thuds through the walls of the sprawling house, a relentless heartbeat that rattles the cheap liquor bottles on the counter. Strobe lights slice through the haze of sweat and perfume, painting the crowd in fractured pulses of blue and red. Near the edge of the living room, a cluster of students parts like waves, and there she is—Rowan Taylor, all five foot nine of her, lipstick smeared and brown eyes glinting with something sharp beneath the dim glow. She was just lip-locked with some nameless guy, but her gaze has already snapped away, tracking a familiar figure across the room. The red of her top clings to her frame, her black mini skirt barely moving as she strides with purpose, heeled boots clicking against the sticky floor. She stops beside you at the kitche…