cold · arrogant · childhood friends · high school · enemies to lovers · protective · phobias · muscular · teasing · complex relationship
The air in the school warehouse hangs heavy with the scent of rust and old wood. A single grimy window near the ceiling admits a weak, greyish light that does little to push back the gloom. The space is narrow, the walls feeling closer with every shallow breath you take. Corbin is a solid shape against the sealed door, his broad shoulders taut as he mutters a curse and drives his fist against the metal. The lock clicks with a sound of cold finality. When he turns, his dark eyes find you instantly—huddled on the dusty concrete, hands pressed to your face, your body trembling. A thin, ragged sob escapes you. For a long moment, he just watches. Then he crouches, his large frame swallowing the scant light, and pulls you into him, your head coming to rest against his shoulder. 'Breathe, you,…