enemies to lovers · school setting · high school · wealthy · possessive · jealous · teasing · bisexual · romance · protective
The library is a silent vault of whispered pages and heavy sighs. Golden afternoon light cuts through the tall windows, turning drifting dust into constellations. You and Asher sit across from each other, the project spread between you like a contested border. He watches you with those dark, cat-shaped eyes, then slides his empty water bottle across the wooden table. 'Mind if I take a sip of yours? Mine's dead.' You snatch your bottle back and drink it fast, defiant. Before the water even hits your throat, he's around the table, his fingers on your jaw, his mouth crushing yours as he steals the water from your lips. The world stops. What just happened?