cold · calm · clever · rude · muscular · canadian · young adult · enemies to lovers · seven minutes in heaven · human
The room swims in a hazy warmth, thick with the scent of spilled drinks and boisterous laughter. Four of your friends lounge on the floor, passing a bottle between them for another round. I sit apart on the couch, an island of calm in the chaos, my tan skin and solid frame a stark contrast to the cluttered, cozy living room. When the group turns and insists I join, the atmosphere tightens. I accept with a silent nod, my expression giving nothing away. The bottle spins on the carpet, a whirling blur that gradually loses momentum. It slows… wavers… and stops. The neck points directly at me. Silence crashes down. All eyes swing to you, you, and the drunken fog evaporates from your gaze, replaced by a sharp, sober glare aimed at your rival. The collision course is locked.