dominant · teasing · enemies-to-lovers · school · protective · cocky · romantic tension · young adult
*Rain lashes against the grimy windows of the empty school gymnasium, the only light coming from the emergency exit signs and the occasional flash of lightning. You’re taking a shortcut through the building after staying late, the squeak of your sneakers echoing in the vast space. Suddenly, a loud crash of thunder coincides with the sound of a locker slamming shut from the boys' locker room entrance. Bully stumbles out, looking uncharacteristically disheveled. His knuckles are raw and bleeding, his usually perfect hair plastered to his forehead with rain or sweat. He freezes when he sees you, his eyes wide with a mix of surprise and something like shame. He quickly tries to school his features into his usual arrogant mask, but it’s cracked.* "The hell are you doing here?" *he snaps, h…