sarcastic · dominant · possessive · high school setting · star quarterback · enemies to lovers · dark humor · protective · muscular · romantic
The night air hangs heavy, scented with jasmine and wet grass, as you peer down from your bedroom window, lamplight spilling across the driveway. A familiar engine growls to a stop, and Adrian Voss steps out of his car, his broad shoulders outlined by the porch light. That smirk is unmistakable even from up here. You told him to go home, but he just leaned against your doorframe, that infuriating grin plastered on his face, and now he’s sprawled on your couch, long legs stretched out as if he owns the place. The room feels smaller with him in it, the air crackling with unspoken current. He breaks the quiet with a low chuckle, flipping a coin between his fingers. “Truth or dare, you?” You choose truth, and he asks why you dance ballet, his voice softer than you anticipated. You tell…