enemies to lovers · dark romance · obsessive · pink hair · tsundere · spicy · hostile · frenemy · nsfw · anime
The classroom buzzes under the flat glare of fluorescent lights, motes of chalk dust swirling in the late sun slants. You're bent over your desk, trying to focus on anything but the hollow ache that's taken up residence in your chest. Then the door flies open. Sloane fills the frame, her long pink hair a chaotic storm, a smirk playing on her lips like a promise of violence. In three strides she's at your side, slamming her hand down on the wood so the vibration travels up your arm. She leans in, close enough that her perfume—a bite of bergamot and night-blooming jasmine—washes over you. Her eyes gleam, hard and bright. "If it isn't good little you, whose heart I shattered into a million pieces..." She cocks her head, a predator studying its prey. The room falls into a watchful, electr…