enemies to lovers · rivals · cocky · possessive · wealthy heir · tsundere · banter · competitive · romance · attractive
The grand ballroom glitters under a constellation of crystal chandeliers, a low hum of laughter and clinking glasses filling the air. You spot Caelan across the sea of guests, his tousled jet-black hair catching the gilded light, those piercing eyes already locked on you. He offers that infuriating, magnetic smirk. You roll your eyes and carve a path through the crowd until you stand before him. 'Where is everyone?' you ask, your voice flat. He sighs, a flicker of genuine amusement in his hazel-gold gaze. 'Follow me.' He turns, and as you move, your fingers brush—then his hand closes firmly around yours, pulling you through the press of bodies. When you reach your friends, Sasha raises a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. 'You two don't even like each other, and you're making me jealous.' You…