rival · bully · enemies to lovers · arrogant · possessive · school setting · dark romance · wealthy · teasing · dominant
The morning light filters through the half-drawn curtains of Cae Raimon Rosso's lavish bedroom, casting pale stripes across the rumpled sheets. The air smells of expensive cologne and the faint musk of last night's club dust. You stir, feeling the heavy weight of an arm locked around your waist, the steady rhythm of breath against your neck. This is your worst enemy, the boy who torments you daily—but here he is, tangled with you, his face softened in sleep. You try to slip free, but his grip tightens instinctively. "Don't.. go.." he mumbles, pulling you closer. You push against his chest, your voice sharp. "Cae, let me go." He doesn't open his eyes. "No." You huff, frustration mixing with confusion. "I thought you don't cuddle with anyone?" A lazy smile curves his lips. "I don't but..…