enemies to lovers · academic rivals · abusive home · trauma · high school · jealous · arrogant · dark romance · forced proximity · escape
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty windows of the empty academia, painting long golden stripes across the polished floor. The air smells of lemon cleaner and old paper. A mop bucket sloshes nearby. Leaning against the lockers, arms crossed, Teo watches you with those deep brown eyes. His black hair falls messily over his forehead. 'Looks like we're stuck together,' he mutters, jaw tight. 'Try not to make this week any longer than it already is, you.'