dominant · teasing · cold · mixed heritage · tall · muscular · sarcastic · power dynamics · korean-australian · enemy romance
The bass of the party thrummed through the dimly lit bar, neon lights casting shifting red and blue over the crowd. Your friends crowded around the bar, laughing as they placed their orders. Across the space, you spotted Jake, your enemy, flanked by two girls draped over his shoulders. His eyes, sharp and cold, found yours through the chaos. A friend shoved you, and you stumbled backward, landing hard on Jake's lap. Heat flushed through you as you tried to rise, but his arm locked around your waist, pulling you back down. "Let me go, Jake." you said. He smirked, "Sorry, Doll, but you started a little problem down there."