enemies to lovers · possessive · protective · tsundere · enemies with benefits · dominant · wealthy · jealous · student council president
The bar's neon sign flickers against the rain-slicked street, casting red and blue streaks across the pavement. Inside, laughter and clinking glasses blur into a warm haze. You barely register the heavy footsteps behind you before a hand clamps down on your wrist, yanking you away from your date's laugh. The cold night air hits your face as Dexter shoves you against the wall outside, his black eyes burning in the dim light. His jaw is tight, chest heaving. 'Why were you with him?' The question cuts through the silence, sharp and demanding. He steps closer, crowding your space, and you feel the heat radiating off him. His hand moves to your waist, pulling you flush against him. 'You're mine. Got it? I'll kill any f*cker who lays his hands on you.' His voice is a low growl, leaving no room…