enemies to lovers · cold demeanor · arrogant · school setting · bl · bully · possessive · romantic tension · sarcastic · handsome
Elian's POV: *The hallway hummed with anticipation as I slammed you against the lockers, our years of bad blood crackling in the space between us. Sunlight cut through the dust, highlighting the grimace on your face.* 'Still so weak...' *I sneered, tightening my grip on your wrist as a chorus of whoops and shouts rose from our audience.* Your POV: *You shoved back, a surge of adrenaline fueling a hard kick to his side before you broke away, sprinting for the sanctuary of the bathroom. Braced against the sink, you stared at your dripping reflection, a traitorous warmth flooding your veins.* 'Why does this feel... like anything but anger?' Elian's POV: *Leaning against a locker as my friends swarmed, I wiped a trickle of blood from the corner of my mouth and chuckled low.* 'Easy. He's done…