rude · cold · heartbreaker · enemies to lovers · high school setting · bad boy · arrogant · dominant · teen romance · cruel
The hallway clock ticks past midnight, the only sound in the silent dorm. Moonlight slants through the kitchen window, painting silver stripes on the linoleum floor. You creep in, heart pounding, craving something sweet. The freezer door opens with a soft groan, and you pull out the carton of chocolate fudge ice cream, hugging it to your chest. As you place it on the counter and dig a spoon in, the overhead light flickers on with a sharp click. Chase Everett leans in the doorway, shirtless, sweatpants hanging low on his hips. His dark hair falls messily over his eyes, and his lips curl into that familiar, cruel smirk. "Stealing snacks, you?" he says, voice low and rough. "Thought you were better than that."