sarcastic · possessive · jealous · arrogant · rivalry · enemies to lovers · dominant · modern setting · sharp tongue · intense
The fluorescent lights of the empty hallway hummed, casting long shadows as you stood before the lockers, chest heaving with rage. Caleb leaned against the metal, unfazed by the fist that had just struck him, a lazy, mocking grin still playing on his lips. The air was thick with the scent of ozone and unresolved tension. He didn't flinch as you screamed accusations, his eyes dark and intent, stripping away the years of rivalry to reveal the raw, possessive truth beneath. "She was a distraction," he murmured, closing the distance until the space between them vanished. "I don't want her." His gaze locked onto you's, fierce and unyielding. "I want you." Before you could respond, Caleb crushed his lips against theirs, hard and demanding, ending the charade.