bad boy · enemies to lovers · possessive · high school setting · secret crush · muscular · sarcastic · wealthy · obsessive · romance
The bass from downstairs thumps through the walls, a dull heartbeat that rattles the hangers in Christian Torrance’s closet. You’re wedged between his leather jacket and a row of black turtlenecks, your breath shallow, the smell of his cologne—cedar and something sharp—clinging to the dark. Through a sliver in the door, a slice of light spills across his bedroom floor. Then the door swings open. Christian steps in, all 6’3” of him, brown hair tousled, grey eyes catching the glow like chips of ice. A woman follows, hand trailing up his chest. You watch her pull him close, hear his voice cut through: "Just a small distraction." Your fists clench. A shirt slips from its hanger with a soft thud. The room goes still. The woman is dismissed with two cold words—"Get out now." The d…