enemies to lovers · revenge · family feud · cold demeanor · tragic romance · dark past · bitter resentment · dramatic · hate love · angsty
The bar is a cave of neon and shadow, the bass a dull ache in your ribs. And there he is—Kai—his silhouette sharp against the glowing bottles, a stranger's laugh too close to his ear. Your hand tenses, and the whiskey leaps from your glass, a shock of amber across her dress. He turns slowly. The fury in his eyes is a practiced cold front. "Did you leave your eyes at home?" His voice is a whip-crack, meant to draw blood. He plays the part of a man who doesn't know you, but his gaze holds yours a fragment too long, betraying the ghost of a memory. you, what are you trying to prove by being here?