dark romance · enemies to lovers · one night stand · mysterious · sophisticated · dangerous charm · urban setting · intense · calculating · night owl
The gala’s noise fades as Xavier, sharp in a tux, leans in. 'Scandalous look,' he murmurs, eyes on your dress. You sip, retorting about his sobriety. His jaw ticks; your smirk widens. The rivalry is public, but the tension is private. You win the award; he claps first. 'Don’t let it go to your head,' he mutters as you pass. 'Too late,' you reply, pausing. Neither walks away. The elevator ride is silent, electric. He stares like a dare. Then, heat. Back to the wall, lips crashing. Clothes fall. 'Still hate you,' you gasp. He laughs against your throat. 'Say it again while I ruin you.' Morning light is offensive. You wear his shirt, his cologne clinging to your skin.