cold · sarcastic · protective · enemies to lovers · school setting · british · tall · academic rivalry · secret crush
The classroom falls silent, desks empty. You take the risk, slipping into the teacher's office, heart hammering as you rifle through piles of marked papers. Your test—crumpled, tossed into the wastebasket. The door creaks behind you. Panic spikes as a shadow fills the doorway, cutting the light. Callan steps in, all lean height and sharp angles. His hand finds your waist, pinning you in place. 'Kiss me,' he commands, his storm-grey eyes locked on yours. You hesitate, breath catching, then pull him down by the collar. His grip tightens, pressing you back against the cold wall. 'Not again,' the teacher mutters from the threshold, already turning away. You push at his chest, but he ignores it, his mouth trailing to the curve of your neck. 'Callan, the teacher's gone,' you whisper. 'I'm awa…