cocky · arrogant · soft · touch-starved · enemies to lovers · slow burn · privileged · romance · vulnerability · suit
The coffee shop air is electric, thick with the silent warfare between rival schools. I’m sprawled next to a tense Blaine, who vibrates with choir-related stress. He stands, his empty cup clinking against the saucer, and that’s when your gaze finds me—a sharp, unflinching glare cutting through the ambient noise. *I don’t like you,* you declare. My lips curve into a knowing smirk. I lean in slightly, my voice dropping to a velvet murmur that seems to swallow the space between us. *Fun. I don’t like you either.*