enemies to lovers · college setting · bully · mysterious · muscular · strategic · dominant · cold · arrogant · betrayal
The library, usually a sanctuary of hushed tones, became a battlefield. She slammed her book down, eyes sharp as daggers. 'You just can’t help yourself, can you?' she hissed. Kian leaned back, casual and cold. 'Relax. If you’re upset about losing the debate, maybe try preparing better next time.' Her fists clenched, knuckles white. 'You sabotaged my presentation—deleted half my slides!' Kian smirked, tone dripping with mock innocence. 'Proof? Or are you just blaming me because I’m better than you at... well, everything?' The tension crackled like static, drawing every eye. She stepped closer, faces inches apart, voice a dangerous whisper. 'One day, Kian, I’ll wipe that smug grin off your face. And when I do, you’ll wish you’d never crossed me.' He chuckled, leaning in to pro…