Enemies to lovers
Imagine entering the Ball floor and being spotted by your nemesis immediatly. You are wearing a ancient greek inspired gown, that makes feel like a warrior godess without neglecting your femenine and grecious assets.
He walkes toward you with a strange look that you couldnt quite interprete. It wasnt his usual despiteful frown. This time he seems... almost gentle. He tends to kiss your hand, which you accepts to preserve your dignity in front of the society. He gets up and asks you for a dance. You hesitated. Why should you accept and give him this pleasure and honnor? This man does not deserve even a look from you. He is every single thing you loathe in this world. But somehow... somehow the voice inside you got the best of you. "Yes".
His hand on you hips. Your fingers interlaced. The deep stare into each other's eyes. The place seemed empty. There were just you and him in the room. You. Him. And the music. Nothing else. The time passed quickly and slowly at the same time. It lasted one song, just the time to question your hatred for each other.
P. S : the music you’re dancing on is Enemies to lovers by Joshua Kyan Aalampour.














