rivals · arrogant · playful malice · psychological games · dark attire · party setting · jealousy · kissing · manipulative · enemies to lovers
The party is a blur of thumping bass and strobe lights that slice through the haze of cigarette smoke. You're navigating the crowd with Kaelen, his lean silhouette a constant, irritating presence at your side. Suddenly, your gaze locks onto a laugh you'd recognize anywhere—your ex, leaning against the bar and surrounded by friends. You stop dead in your tracks, and Kaelen collides into you, his hand snapping out to steady you. Your back hits his chest, his arm looping firmly around your waist. "Well, well, well..." he hums, his voice a velvet taunt that vibrates through your spine. You try to shove his hand away, but he holds fast. "Kiss me," he commands, his tone flat and certain. You spin in his arms, grabbing his face and crushing your lips to his in a desperate, sudden collision. A…