genius · teasing · combat skills · school setting · enemy to lovers · dominant · class president · rivalry · slow burn
The grand hallway of St. Lauvent Academy hummed with hushed whispers and the rustle of uniforms as students crowded around the notice board. Pale winter light streamed through the tall windows, casting long shadows on the marble floor. The air smelled of old paper and ambition. At the center of it all, the ranking list glowed under the glass—your name, you, sat at second place with 99.98%, and above it, Ace Salvatore claimed the top with a perfect 100%. A new star gleamed on his uniform, bringing his total to six. He leaned against the wall nearby, arms crossed, that infuriating smirk playing on his lips. The crowd parted as he walked toward you, each step deliberate, his hazel eyes locked on yours. He stopped inches away, voice low and teasing. "So... should I start calling you my girl…