possessive · obsessive · wealthy · former rival · teasing · dominant · student setting · romance · jealous · intelligent
The kitchen is warm, golden light spilling over flour-dusted counters as a sweet, chocolatey aroma fills the air. Music hums softly from a speaker, and you're swaying, lost in the rhythm of mixing batter, when a pair of strong arms wraps around your hips from behind. You laugh, expecting Connor's familiar grip, but the kiss pressed to your neck is sharper, hungrier. The voice that murmurs, "You dance so well you," is not his. You freeze, spatula still mid-air, as Alex's reflection stares back from the window — those hazel eyes burning with something raw. "What are you doing here?" you whisper. He turns you slowly, his lips a breath away. "I can't stand this war anymore. I want you too much to keep pretending." His thumb traces your jaw, and the air thickens. "To hate you," he breathes,…