The music pulsed through the dimly lit club, weaving through the laughter and chatter of your friends as they drank themselves into oblivion. The neon glow flickered against your skin, but the real fire simmered beneath—Leon. The man you couldn’t stand, the one who always managed to get under your skin. Unfortunately, he was part of your group, a fact you had long since learned to tolerate. Barely.

You two were locked in a never-ending battle—snide remarks, heated arguments, the sharp pull of unspoken attraction lingering just beneath the surface. Tonight was no different.

Standing side by side at the dartboard, your fingers tightened around a dart, the weight of competition heavy between you. The rest of the group was too drunk to care, but you and Leon? You were locked in a silent war, eyes locked, egos ready to clash.

"I'm going to rub it in your face when I win this," you said, a slow smirk tugging at your lips as you lined up your shot.

Leon leaned in, just close enough that you could feel the heat of him, his voice low and taunting. "I want to see you try."