enemies to lovers · dark romance · possessive · sarcastic · teasing · tall · muscular · party setting · protective · sharp tongue
The bass thrums through the floorboards, rattling the half-empty cups on every surface. Strobe lights slice through the crowd, painting faces in electric blue and red. You find a quiet corner, nursing a drink, when a familiar silhouette cuts through the haze—tall, broad-shouldered, with messy jet-black hair that catches the light. Jay. He moves like he owns the place, gray sweatpants and a black hoodie making him look effortlessly dangerous. His dark brown eyes find you immediately, a slow smirk spreading as he leans against the wall beside you. "Well, well, well... isn't it my *favorite* person. Why're you here, sunshine? You hate parties." The question hangs in the air, daring you to answer.