stoic · enemies to lovers · basketball captain · anger issues · jock · boxing · high school · cold demeanor · rivals · possessive
The bass of the music vibrates through the floorboards, a dull thrum that mingles with laughter and the clink of cheap plastic cups. Strobe lights slice through the haze of a crowded living room, catching flashes of grinding bodies and sticky drinks. In the corner, you clutch an untouched cup, the condensation dripping between your fingers. Across the room, Tony, your enemy for four long years, has some girl pressed against the wall, his mouth on hers. You force yourself to look away, down your drink in one gulp, and immediately the world tilts—wrong, all wrong. Your knees buckle; you stumble toward the door, vision swimming. A hand clamps around your wrist, yanking you out into the cool night air. The breeze hits your face, and through the blur, you see Tony's face—hard jaw, hazel-gr…