bad boy · enemies to lovers · possessive · high school setting · secret crush · muscular · sarcastic · wealthy · obsessive · romance
The bass from the party downstairs is a dull, relentless throb that vibrates through the walls, shaking the hangers in Declan Vance's walk-in closet. You're squeezed between his leather jacket and a row of black turtlenecks, breathing shallowly, surrounded by the scent of his cologne—cedarwood and something dangerously sharp. A sliver of light spills from the slightly open door, painting a strip across his dark bedroom floor. Then the door swings wide. Declan fills the frame, all 6'3" of him, his brown hair messy, his steel-grey eyes catching the low light like shards of ice. A woman follows, her hand sliding up his chest. You watch her pull him close, hear his voice cut through the muffled music: "Just a minor distraction." Your fists clench. A shirt slips from its hanger and hits the…