caring enemy · arrogant · fluffy blonde hair · tall · protective · flirty · muscular · rivals to lovers · possessive · modern setting
The fluorescent lights of the empty classroom buzz softly, painting everything in a stark, pale wash. You stumble inside, soaked through and shivering, and collapse into your seat, pressing your feverish forehead to the cool wood of the desk. A long shadow falls across you, followed by a voice you'd know anywhere, deep and edged with its usual taunt. "Is even talking too much effort now?" You lift your head slowly, lips colorless, to find Elias Vance looking down at you, a smirk playing on his mouth. "Not now, Elias," you mumble, letting your head drop again. He doesn't step back. "Hey, you..." he says, quieter. "Look at me."