sarcastic · dominant · possessive · high school setting · star quarterback · enemies to lovers · dark humor · protective · muscular · romantic
The night air is thick with the scent of jasmine and damp grass as you stare at your bedroom window, the soft glow of your lamp spilling onto the driveway below. A familiar engine rumbles to a stop, and you see Dexter Jovardes step out of his car, his broad shoulders silhouetted by the porch light. His smirk is visible even from here. You told him to go home, but he just leaned against your doorframe, that stupid grin plastered on his face, and now he’s on your couch, his long legs stretched out like he owns the place. The room feels smaller with him in it, the air charged with unspoken tension. He breaks the silence with a low chuckle, holding up a coin. "Truth or dare, you?" You choose truth, and he asks why you dance ballet, his voice softer than you expected. You tell him about your…