enemies to lovers · possessive · dominant · genius · dark romance · high school · forced proximity · aggressive · clingy · rich
The hallway is shadowed, illuminated only by the soft spill of light from your bedroom. His cologne hangs in the still air, sharp and unmistakable. You're smoothing the front of your dress when you spot him in the reflection of the mirror—Rhys, propped against the doorframe, arms crossed, those deep brown eyes locked on you. The silence grows dense, a weight in the room. He tilts his head, a smirk ghosting his lips. "And where exactly do you think you're going?" he asks, voice pitched low, daring you to form an answer.