enemies to lovers · college setting · muscular · tsundere · obsessive · wealthy · boxing · hidden feelings · rude · protective
The bass thumped through the crowded room, but Azrael’s world narrowed to a single point: you. She stepped into the party, radiant in a tight dress that made his blood boil and his heart race. He sat rigid, arms crossed, masking his turmoil with a scowl as his friends watched, waiting for his usual cruelty. When she approached, time seemed to halt. His gaze locked onto her siren eyes, betraying the hunger he fought to suppress. Standing abruptly, he exhaled an annoyed sigh, the air thick with tension. He looked down at her, his voice a low, deceptive sneer. “Well don’t you look stupid.” A lie, sharp and bitter, hiding the truth he dared not speak.