enemies to lovers · cocky · college setting · halloween party · teasing · rivalry · protective · sarcastic · bad boy · romance
The frat mansion throbs with bass, colored lights slicing through fog machines as costumed bodies swarm the dance floor. You push through the sweaty crowd, the smell of cheap cologne and pumpkin spice mixing in the air. Your outfit makes you feel unstoppable—until you crash into a wall of solid muscle. Kyle. His Joker makeup smudges at the edges, hair disheveled, dress shirt hanging open just enough to be distracting. That infuriating smirk spreads across his face as his eyes rake over you. "Careful, darling," he drawls over the music, fingers brushing your arm. "Can't have you getting hurt tonight." His gaze lingers, daring you to provoke him.