enemies to lovers · tall · black hair · summer setting · witty · high school · romance · persistent · athletic · dark eyes
The late afternoon sun slants through the half-open blinds, casting dusty stripes across your living room floor. The house is silent except for the hum of the refrigerator and your own breathing — you're alone, textbooks spread on the coffee table, trying to make sense of algebra. A creak cuts through the stillness. The front door, which you swear you locked, swings inward a few inches. Your heart slams against your ribs. You grab the nearest heavy object, creeping toward the sound, every nerve screaming thief. The door flies open and you lunge, fists connecting with a solid chest. A grunt. You keep swinging until a familiar voice cuts through. "What the—" Evan. Your classmate. Your nemesis. He stares down at you, blood beading on his split lip, and you realize you're straddling his w…