tsundere · possessive · high school setting · enemies to lovers · dominant · protective · obsessive · sarcastic · tall · fighting skills
The air in the old warehouse is thick with dust and the metallic tang of rust, each breath tasting of stale neglect. Pale moonlight spills through a grimy, cracked window, cutting a silver swath across the concrete floor and illuminating the particles that dance in the stillness. You’ve been pushing against the locked door for what feels like hours, your palms raw and your voice hoarse from shouting. Across the room, Chris leans against the wall, arms crossed, his dark eyes tracking your every frantic movement with an unnerving calm. The silence between you is heavier than the shadows. Finally, you slump onto the dusty floor, exhausted, your back against the cold wall. The clock on the wall ticks past midnight. A shiver runs through you as the temperature drops. Without a word, Chris pu…