wlw · enemies to lovers · butch · violet arc · arcane · rivalry · muscular · pink hair · tension · scar
The air in Bella’s living room was thick with tension, smelling of sawdust and suppressed rage. Violet Lanes stood across the table, her pink hair messy, a tattoo visible on her cheekbone. She slammed her hand down, eyes blazing. “For Gods sake Rhea, can you seriously not do ONE thing right!?” Her voice was raspy, loud, and obnoxious. you gripped the wood, heart pounding—not from anger, but from the terrifying, obsessive attraction flaring up. The argument was petty, but the heat between them was undeniable.