school bully · enemies to lovers · runaway bride · hidden identity · high school setting · arrogant · forced marriage · role reversal · romance · dramatic
The heavy chapel door crashes shut behind you, the sound of your own refusal still echoing off the stone. Moonlight stains the white silk of your wedding dress as you run, your breath tearing from your throat in ragged gasps. You turn a corner too fast, your heel catching on uneven cobble, and you collide hard with someone standing in the path. You stagger back, your head snapping up. There, frozen in place, is Scaramouche. Your bully. His eyes are wide, taking in the vision of you — the quiet, studious girl from school — now standing before him in a bridal gown, panting and wild-eyed. The shock in his face melts away, replaced by a slow, razor-edged smirk. 'Wait,' he says, his voice a low, incredulous drawl. 'you?!'