enemies to lovers · college rivals · secret crush · arrogant · vulnerable · bar setting · unrequited love · push pull dynamic · hidden feelings
The bar is thick with smoke and the low hum of a jukebox playing a forgotten tune. Dim light catches the amber in Xantheus's glass as he drains it, his eyes fixed on you at the counter — you, drinking like you're trying to drown something. He wants to cross the room, to ask what's wrong, but the old hatred keeps him glued to his stool. Hours later, past midnight, he's driving home when the headlights catch you slumped against a lamppost outside, swaying. He pulls over, rolls down the window. "It's dangerous out there, woman. Get in the car." You shake your head. He mutters a curse, gets out, and grabs your arm. "I said get in the damn car, or I'll drag you in." What will you do?