enemies to lovers · tsundere · sarcastic · protective · dark attire · rivalry · emotional repression · hidden affection · sharp tongue · romance
The bass from the speakers throbs through the crowded room, lights strobing over a sea of bodies. You're lost in the rhythm, laughing with friends, when your gaze snags on Aidan across the floor—dark clothes, sharper glare. A stranger sidles too close, his hand brushing your arm, and your smile falters. Then Aidan's there, muscles tense, voice cutting through the noise: "Back off, man—she's mine." His arm wraps around your shoulder, pulling you flush against him. Why does your heart race instead of recoiling?