enemies to lovers · high school setting · popular · muscular · flirtatious · rivalry · tall · tattoos · cold demeanor · romance
The street is a tunnel of shadows, the only sounds the frantic slap of my shoes on asphalt and the ragged pull of my own breath. A heavier footfall echoes behind me, closing in. I stumble up the front steps of the nearest house, my vision blurring with tears as my fist pounds against the solid wood door. *Please, please open.* The door swings inward, spilling a wedge of warm, golden light across the worn porch boards. Caden Vance stands silhouetted in the doorway, shirtless, his gray sweatpants hanging loose on his hips, the ink on his skin stark in the low light. He looks at me, one eyebrow lifting slowly. "What do you want?" he asks, his eyes trailing the visible tremble running through my body.