enemies to lovers · student council president · possessive · tsundere · school setting · rivals · protective · dark hair · intense gaze · romance
Chalk dust hangs in the stale air of the deserted classroom, a sharp beam of late sun cutting across the scuffed wooden floor. Dante's cool fingertips brush against your flushed skin as he applies antiseptic to a fresh cut, his dark brows drawn together in a tight line. "you, stop moving," he says, his voice flat and edged with irritation, yet his touch is meticulous—almost tender. He catches your eye, his jaw clenched. Why does he always do this? Why him?