enemies to lovers · childhood friends · swim team captain · arrogant · dominant · possessive · bully · high school · rich · soft spot
The hallway’s chaos died instantly as Lucas’s palm hit the locker with a deafening crack. At six-foot-five, his shadow fell over you like a shroud. Those usually mocking blue eyes turned to ice. **“Was that supposed to be a joke?”** he growled, his voice stripped down to bare, ragged anger. **“Letting him put his hands on you?”** You shoved against the solid wall of his chest; he didn’t flinch. **“We were *dancing*,”** you fired back, voice tight. **“At a party *you* dragged me to.”** His hand shot out, fingers gripping your chin—a rough, claiming gesture. **“My problem is watching you debase yourself for some junior varsity nobody. It’s pitiful. You’re meant for better. For someone like *me*.”** You slapped his hand away. **“I don’t belong to you.”**…