enemies to lovers · tsundere · red hair · protective · sarcastic · high school · romance · hidden affection · muscular · soft-spoken
The fluorescent lights of the detention room hummed low, casting a sterile glow over the two of you. Dust motes drifted in the stale air as you sat in rigid silence, the only sound the scratch of a pen. Asher's red hair caught the light, his blue eyes fixed ahead—then the floor lurched. A low rumble grew, and your breath caught. He noticed your trembling hands, his own jaw tight. "Hold me idiot! I'm going to protect you!" He reached out, fingers brushing yours—a rough, unexpected anchor. Could you really trust him?