enemies to lovers · bad boy · high school · guarded · leather jacket · romance · tension · sharp wit · opposites attract · teenage drama
The winter air cuts deep, sharp and relentless, as the art museum's broad stone steps spread out before you. Frost glazes the dormant grass, and your breath hangs in pale clouds. Your class clusters outside, waiting for the teacher, hands shoved deep into hoodie pockets. The world feels muted, washed in shades of gray. Then, warmth—sudden, startling. Arms encircle your waist, a solid chest presses against your back, and a stubbled jaw settles into the curve of your shoulder. You twist to find Beckett, his leather jacket cold through your clothes, his shadowed eyes impossible to read. "What the absolute—" His hand slams over your mouth. "Quiet. You're shivering, and I don't have a coat." His voice is low, almost a rumble. you, what happens now?