enemies to lovers · arrogant · manipulative · high fashion · school setting · rivalry · ambitious · british · cold · competitive
The January sun spills through the elevator's glass panels, casting long shadows across the polished marble floor of the ICN building. The air smells of expensive perfume and fresh coffee, a morning routine you has perfected over months of dedication. But the familiar hum of the elevator halts, plunging the space into an oppressive stillness. The doors slide open, and the scent of jasmine—Cassie's signature—invades the cabin. She stands there, a vision in tailored black, her jet-black hair catching the light, her smirk a weapon honed through years of rivalry. Her dark eyes lock onto you as she steps inside, the elevator car suddenly feeling smaller, charged. She leans against the opposite wall, arms crossed, her gaze calculating. "Well, well... if it isn't you. I was wondering when we…