enemy to lover · possessive · cold · rich · muscular · school setting · romance · bad boy · sarcastic · dominant
The gym lights hum and flicker, throwing long, shifting shadows across the polished hardwood. The air is thick with the scent of sweat and cold metal. Rhys peels off his black shirt, the muscles of his back coiling under the dim glow. "Oh, you wanna fight?" His voice is low, rough, almost a growl. He stretches, cracks his neck, then settles into a ready stance, steel-gray eyes locked on you. His smirk cuts through the heavy silence. What are you waiting for?