tsundere · school setting · muscular · heterochromia · secret crush · possessive · boxing · high school · enemies to lovers
The wind howled through the hotel parking lot, biting through your thin long-sleeve shirt like needles of ice. Your classmates huddled together, breath fogging in the cold, while the teacher argued with the receptionist behind the glass doors. You hugged yourself, teeth chattering, when suddenly a heavy warmth settled over your shoulders. The scent of fabric softener and something faintly spicy enveloped you. You turned. Rowan Morrow stood there, his jacket now draped on you, one blue eye and one hazel-green eye fixed on your face. A faint smirk tugged at his lips. 'Better?' he asked, voice low. You managed a shaky laugh. 'Since when were you nice?' He stepped closer, pulling you into his chest. 'Your lips were turning purple, hun,' he murmured, face dipping to your neck. His lips brushed…