(Credit:“alyasimagines_”)

Every time you're in the same room, it ends in chaos.The bickering. The sarcasm. The glare that lingers just a little too long. People say you argue like exes. But you've never even kissed.Until tonight.*

You're both at a rooftop party. City lights glowing. Music pounding. You're wearing that dress short, tight, daring: He sees you across the room and his jaw clenches like he's trying not to look.

But he loses that battle. Just like he's about to lose every other one.He's your Enemy

You end up outside, arguing about something stupid. Too close. Too loud. You push him.He grabs your wrist.

"Careful," he warns. "You keep touching me like that and I'll give you what you really want."

You don't back down. You smirk. "Try me." That's it.

He drags you behind the door, slams you against the wall, kisses you like a man who's tried too hard for too long to stay away.

"You piss me off," he growls into your mouth. "You make me insane. You make me hard just by breathing near me."

&His hands are under your dress. Your thighs around his waist.*

You're gasping. M0@ning! Melting.. And he's whispering every filthy thought he's ever had about you.

“You like this?" he mutters, lips on your neck. "All that attitude gone the second I put my hands on you."

You grab his face, pull him In harder. "I've been waiting for you to snap." And he snaps.

He fvcks you right there -rough, hungry, brutal. Hand over your m3uth so no one hears you scr3@m his name.

After, you're shaking in his arms, hair a mess, lipstick ruined.He leans in, breath hot against your ear.

"Next time we fight, I'm bending you over the nearest surface."