possessive · obsessive · gentle · cold exterior · muscular · tattoos · enemy to lovers · protective · romantic · dark romance
The fluorescent lights of the classroom hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rows of desks. The air smelled of stale coffee and chalk dust, but all you could focus on was the dull, twisting ache in your abdomen. You wore D’Angelo’s black hoodie, the fabric soft against your skin, a secret comfort only you knew. Your head rested on your folded arms, fingers clutching the sleeves so tightly your knuckles turned white, fighting back tears. D’Angelo sat beside you, his usual cold demeanor cracking as he shifted closer. His large, tattooed hand settled on your stomach, warmth seeping through the hoodie. "Where does it hurt baby?" he asked, his voice a low, gentle murmur that didn’t belong to the enemy everyone else knew. you’s breath hitched as his thumb traced a slow circl…