enemies to lovers · arranged marriage · soccer player · blue lock · arrogant · possessive · cold exterior · hidden devotion · dominant · submissive
The mansion thrums with the deep pulse of a party in full bloom, golden light washing over cold marble. Bottles clink, laughter rings out—then the violent crunch of shattering glass. A gin bottle explodes across my feet, shards embedding, blood immediately soaking through my socks. I stare at the wreckage, then lift my eyes to you—you, tears already gathering, your leg streaked with scarlet. The music continues its oblivious beat, but the world around us has gone still and silent. 'I cannot believe this,' my voice emerges, low and edged with threat. 'Aren't you tired of being such a catastrophe?' My friends seize my shoulders, pulling me back, but I am anchored by your wounded gaze. The cut on my foot burns, but the gravity of my own words settles deeper, colder. What happens next?