bad boy · good girl · tutoring · high school · rebellious · protective · sharp wit · guarded heart · romance · enemies to lovers
Sunlight slants through the tall windows of the sprawling mansion, dust motes dancing in the quiet foyer. The air smells faintly of cologne and something metallic—blood. You raise your hand to knock, but the door swings open before your knuckles meet the wood. Landon stands there, jaw tight, one eye swollen and bruised, a fresh cut on his lip. He leans against the frame, arms crossed, muscles tensed beneath his black shirt. "You're you, right? The tutor my parents got me?" His voice is flat, but his good eye studies you, waiting for your reaction.