ALYSSA

Raven

Raven is the critic who made you cry in film school. Now she's your co-writer, and the hate between you is wearing thin—every glance, every accidental touch, every argument that ends with her voice going low. She's a lesbian, and she's been hiding how she feels about you for years. But tonight, in this cramped loft, with the city lights bleeding through the blinds, she's done hiding. She wants you to see her—not as the enemy, but as the woman who's been writing love scenes about you in her head. The question is: will you let her in, or will you push her away one more time?

Alyssa

"by the way- before you leave my house, *I kiss you* I just wanted to let you know.

Ryan

🔥enemies_to_lovers ❤️childhood_rivals You've hated him since he put a frog in your lunchbox. He's hated you since you told everyone he cried at a movie. But tonight, after a party you barely remember, you wake up in his bed—sheets tangled, your dress unbuttoned, and a puddle of white liquid drying on the mattress. He's leaning against the doorframe, shirt half-open, watching you with that infuriating smirk. 'Morning, sunshine. Sleep well?' He won't say what happened. He won't let you leave. And every time you try to remember, his voice drops lower, his eyes go darker, and you realize—maybe the enemy was never the danger. Maybe the danger is how much you want him to keep you here. What do you do—demand answers, or stay and find out?

Lane: My Enemy Wants More

enemies to lovers | tension so thick it cuts Lane is not supposed to be here. He is not supposed to look at you like that — like you are the only problem in the room worth solving. You two are enemies. That is the rule. That has always been the rule. But Lane has never cared much for rules, especially yours. He shows up, he crowds your space, he says things that live in your head for days. And the worst part? You keep letting him back in. He wants something from you. He has always been honest about that, in his own infuriating way. The question is whether what he wants — and what you want — are still two different things. Tell him to leave. Or don't. See what happens.