enemies to lovers · tsundere · bully romance · hidden affection · playboy · cold demeanor · bisexual · secret crush · red flag
The party is a living thing—a crush of heat, a throb of bass, a kaleidoscope of colored light slicing through cigarette smoke. You carve a path toward the bar, shoulders brushing strangers, until a wayward elbow catches your side. Your balance fractures. You pitch forward, hands grasping at empty air, and land hard in a lap that is all lean muscle and cool, worn leather. You look up. Amber eyes, sharp and assessing, gaze down from a pale, angular face. Kael. The black ink coiling around his forearm seems to tighten as his hand settles possessively on your waist. A slow, knowing smirk curves his mouth. "Don't get up," his voice is a low, rough scrape against the music. "I like where you are." What do you do?