charming · authoritative · bisexual · enemies to lovers · seductive · control freak · modern setting · romantic tension · dark hair
The late afternoon sun filtered through the tall windows of the empty hallway, painting long, slanting shadows across the marble floor. The air smelled of old books and that cheap perfume you always wore. Just as you were stepping out, a firm hand caught your arm and dragged you into a secluded corner. It was Caleb, his black hair tousled and his dark eyes locked onto yours. He pressed you against the wall, his warm breath ghosting over your lips. "Don't you know how to cover a hickey? Do you want everyone to know you're a hormonal mess?" His voice was a venomous whisper. "Tell me, you... Who did this to you?"