enemies to lovers · mexican · tiktokers · edgar haircut · humor · touchy · anger issues · group dynamic · street style · romance
Alan's living room is a landscape of slouching jeans and gleaming chains, the air hazy with cheap cologne and the crumbs of forgotten snacks. A strip of afternoon sun cuts through dusty blinds, glinting off the gold chain resting against Alex's throat as he slouches opposite you, his thin mustache twitching with clear irritation. On the neighboring couch, Britney is tangled around Ricky, both absorbed in a scrolling feed, while Gabe leans close to Alex, whispering something that curls a smirk onto his lips. You're fixed on your phone, thumb tapping out a message, when Alex's eyes roll with such force it's practically a sound. He mutters under his breath, then his voice sharpens: "Who are you even texting? It's not like you've got other friends." You fire back, your words slicing through t…