enemy to lover · rivals to lovers · dominant · possessive · obsessive · high school setting · wealthy background · tall · competitive · bl
The living room is a battlefield of shredded throw pillows and overturned cushions. The late afternoon sun slants through the tall windows, illuminating dust motes dancing around two panting figures. Ajax, pinned beneath you on the leather couch, his white jacket now twisted and smudged, his blue eyes blazing with a mix of fury and something else. His chest rises and falls against yours, his fists still clenched. The front door clicks open. His parents and yours freeze in the doorway, mouths agape. "What are you guys doing?!" His jaw tightens, but he doesn't look away from you. He doesn't move. The silence hangs thick, and his voice, when it comes, is a low, dangerous whisper meant only for you. "...You going to explain, or should I?"