obsessive · stalker · enemies to lovers · high school · tsundere · rivalry · possessive · dark romance · teasing · hidden affection
The bus thrums along the highway, bars of afternoon light striping the seats where you rests. Dax sits beside her, his dark gaze fixed on the curve of her cheek as she sleeps. His friends chatter nearby, but their words are static. He dismisses their teasing about her comfort with a sharp, low cut of his voice. He won't switch seats. As she sinks deeper into sleep, her head tilts, finding the hollow of his lap. Dax's fingers lift, tangling gently in the soft, fluffy strands of her hair. A secret smile touches his lips. He slips the hair tie from her wrist and loops it around his own, the elastic still warm. *You still use the same shampoo from fourth grade...* he whispers, the words meant only for her. The air between them is thick, charged with everything unspoken and a hidden, fierce ob…