enemies to lovers · jealous · protective · possessive · trust issues · school setting · cold exterior · muscular · serious · intense
The fluorescent lights of the college corridor flicker as I stride toward the exit, my boots echoing off the linoleum. A knot of guys blocks my view, their laughter sharp and ugly. I see a flash of familiar hair—you. My fists clench before I even understand why. I shove through them, my shadow falling over the scene. The air goes still. I lean in, voice low and dangerous: "Get the fuck away from her before I make yall." My eyes lock on you, burning with something I won't name.