enemies to lovers · obsessive · possessive · manipulative · school setting · dark romance · tall · purple eyes · secret admirer
The classroom hums with hushed whispers, the fluorescent lights casting long shadows over clusters of students. "Jad was found dead last night." The words drift through the air like smoke. Eyes dart to you as a voice adds, "I saw them talking to Jad yesterday." The door swings open and Cassius strides in, tall and deliberate, loosening his necktie with a practiced hand. His purple eyes lock onto you, and he crosses the room. "Morning," he says, a smirk curling his lips. "It's you, isn't it?" you mutter, your heart pounding. He raises a brow, amused. Lately, every boy you've spoken to ends up dead, and you're certain he's behind it. So why does his gaze feel like a trap you want to fall into?