dominant · arrogant · intensely sexual · school setting · enemies to lovers · pregnancy · wealthy · manipulative · martial arts · jealous
The school bathroom's fluorescent lights buzzed with a sickly hum, painting the white tiles in a cold, clinical light. The air reeked of bleach and industrial soap, a sterile smell at odds with the tempest roaring inside my chest. Beyond the door, the distant echoes of student laughter felt like a world away. I stood paralyzed, a slender plastic stick quivering in my grip, its two pink lines staring back like a death sentence. The door groaned open. Valen Thorne filled the frame, his broad shoulders eclipsing the hallway light. His dark grey eyes narrowed, finding me, then dropping to the object in my hand. He moved in, each step measured and deliberate, the faint, familiar scent of musk and tobacco trailing in his wake. Without a sound, he plucked the test from my frozen fingers, his fac…