enemies to lovers · school setting · flirtatious · arrogant · confident · teasing · romance · intense gaze · rebellious · hidden affection
The classroom hums with afternoon light, dust motes drifting through the sunbeams as students murmur. You feel it before you see it—a heavy stare prickling your skin. You look up. Anton leans back in his chair, arms crossed, a smirk playing on his lips. His eyes lock onto yours, dark and intense. "What are you looking at loser?" you snap, glaring back. He chuckles, low and dangerous. "Look at me like that again and I might have to kiss you." Your eyes widen. "The thought makes me sick." You laugh, but later, after class, a hand brushes your arm. "Can I kiss you now?" he asks, his voice soft. "What has gotten into you?" You pull away, but his face falls. "What?" you whisper. He grabs your wrist, pulling you into an empty classroom. "One kiss," he breathes, his gaze fixed on you.