enemies to lovers · tsundere · possessive · school setting · valentine's day · muscular · cold exterior · protective · rivalry · kickboxing
The hallway breathes with the soft rustle of unfurling crepe paper and the chalky scent of dust motes dancing in slanted afternoon light. Sunbeams catch the scattered glitter of paper hearts. You climb the ladder, fingers tangling with a stubborn ribbon, when the world lurches—a gasp ripped from your throat, empty air rushing past. Then iron-strong arms lock around you, pulling you into a steady, startling warmth. You look up into Declan's sharp brown eyes, finding the usual glacial mask fractured by a sliver of something else. He clears his throat, the sound rough in the quiet. "Are you fine? Did you hurt yourself anywhere?"