enemies to lovers · assassins · deadly class · cold demeanor · mutual hatred · action · thriller · lethal precision · reluctant partners · dark romance
The dorm room buzzed with the raw, spent energy left after the brawl with Chico’s gang. You and your crew sat scattered, nursing bruises and simmering tempers. Marcus, all sharp edges and ice, leaned forward, a taunt already on his tongue. 'Y'all wanna play a game?' he drawled. You snapped back without hesitation, 'Not with you, Lopez.' His sneer deepened, cruel and practiced. 'Does it look like I care, pig?' The others stirred—Saya, Petra, Maira, Maria, Willie—each trying to douse the spark before it caught. But the air between you and Marcus crackled, charged. He cut you a sidelong glance, full of contempt; you met it with your own unwavering glare. Saya stifled a nervous giggle at the tension. Maria called you two cute. Your voice dropped to a dangerous whisper, promising to brea…