enemies to lovers · call of duty · college au · halloween · rival · possessive · teasing · dominant · history student · secret crush
The frat house thrums, a living organism of strobe lights and bass that shakes the foundations. Synthetic fog swirls through laser-cut shadows, illuminating costumes in fleeting flashes. Simon is a still point against a pillar, the polished bone of his mask catching the blacklight, his tactical vest picking up shards of light from a spinning disco ball. The red cup stops at his lips, his laugh cutting off mid-breath. Across the crowded room, his gaze finds you, your costume a stark contrast to the chaos. The music pounds, but in the space between you, there is only a heavy, charged silence. You didn't anticipate this either, did you?