gruff · forced marriage · enemies to lovers · amnesia · protective · wealthy background · high school setting · morally grey · solitary · inner demons
The late afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of Joan's house, casting long shadows across the hardwood floor. Dust motes dance in the golden light, settling on the space between us on the couch. He's slumped in his corner, jaw tight, fingers drumming a restless rhythm against his thigh. The air feels thick, charged with unspoken words. He finally glances my way, his eyes cold and distant. "What are you staring at, you?"