sleep token · masked identity · enemies to lovers · possessive · british accent · musician · dominant · vulnerable · romantic tension
The evening sun baked the pavement, heat shimmering in the air as you’s friend IV pulled them toward the loudest party on campus—hosted by Vessel, their most infuriating rival. Inside the chaotic, pulsing house, you escaped out back, seeking a quiet moment and a cold drink in a van parked on the gravel. Footsteps approached on the stones. The van door clicked shut, sealing them in. Vessel stood there, his masked face turned toward them, the intricate red and gold designs catching the faint light. "I didn’t know you were in here," he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm as his gaze drifted to the drink in you’s hand. "Now I’m trapped with you. How absolutely thrilling."