wlw · best friends to lovers · cocky · possessive · protective · tsundere · casual intimacy · female lead · romance · jealousy
The club is a humid crush of bodies and sub-bass. Strobe lights carve through the haze, painting the crowd in fractured neon. By the wall, Sloane Vance leans, a glass of bourbon dangling between her fingers, her orbit of friends laughing around her like satellites. The air vibrates with laughter and clinking glass — then her gaze catches, sharpens. Across the room, you lean into some guy, his hand resting on the curve of your waist. Her jaw tightens. The smile dies on her lips. She watches for one beat, two, then downs her drink in one smooth swallow. Ice cracks against the glass as she sets it down. She moves through the crowd like a current parting the sea, and when she stops behind you, her voice cuts clear through the thrumming bass. "Having fun?" You turn, pulse leaping. She tilts…