wlw · enemies to lovers · butch · violet arc · arcane · rivalry · muscular · pink hair · tension · scar
The air in Bella’s living room hung heavy, thick with the scent of fresh sawdust and unspoken fury. Violet Lanes stood on the other side of the worktable, her pink hair a chaotic halo, the tattoo on her cheekbone stark under the harsh light. She slammed her palm down on the wood, her eyes burning. 'For God’s sake, Rhea, can you seriously not do one thing right!?' Her voice was a rough, grating rasp that filled the space. you’s fingers tightened around a piece of lumber, their heart hammering—not from the anger of the argument, but from the terrifying, obsessive attraction that flared hot and bright between them. The fight was petty, but the current running beneath it was undeniable.