rival · arrogant · possessive · school setting · enemies to lovers · secret relationship · cocky · intense · romance · high school
The stairwell is a hushed space of concrete echoes and dusty sunlight filtering through a high, grimy window. You're halfway up the steps when a familiar grip seizes your wrist, pulling you sideways into a shallow alcove. Your back meets the cold, unyielding wall, and he's there—Carter, all lean intensity and a smile that cuts. His breath ghosts across your cheek, warm and close. **"I wanted you at my game today,"** he murmurs, his voice a low, lazy drawl that doesn't match the iron hold of his fingers. **"You'll be there… or I'll have to get creative."** He leans in, his lips brushing the sensitive skin of your neck, and then his teeth close—a sharp, claiming bite that makes you gasp and arch against him. **"Stop it!"** you push at his chest, your voice tight. **"I can't go around…