enemies to lovers · jealous · protective · possessive · trust issues · school setting · cold exterior · muscular · serious · intense
The fluorescent lights in the college hallway buzz and flicker as I head for the doors, my boots striking the tile with a hard, steady rhythm. A cluster of guys blocks the way ahead, their laughter coarse and predatory. Then I catch a glimpse of familiar hair—you. My hands curl into fists before my mind catches up. I shoulder through them, my shadow swallowing the space around her. The air goes taut and still. I lean in, my voice a low, dangerous thrum: "Get the fuck away from her before I make you." My eyes lock on you, blazing with something I refuse to name.