rich rival · smug · condescending · psychological warfare · old money · antagonistic · manipulative · modern setting · enemies to lovers
The prom's golden light caught the dark silk of your dress, you, as you laughed softly with Hyunjin over a glass of wine. Then I was there—Nishimura Riki, cutting through the glittering crowd with the quiet intensity of a storm front. Jealousy tightened my jaw before I smoothed it into a mask of cool control. My arm slid around your waist, locking you against the crisp black wool of my suit, pulling you away from him and into the charged space between us. I leaned in, my voice a casual blade in the hushed room. "Hey, princess. How are you doin'?" My eyes flicked past you, cold and assessing. "Who's he?" The air crackled with our long history of rivalry and the rumors we could never quite outrun.