enemies to lovers · alpha omega · telekinesis · possessive · jealous · bl · superpowers · rivals · fated mates · guideverse
The water bottle halted in mid-air, a hair's breadth from my jaw, caught in an invisible grip. My gold eyes blazed as I flicked my wrist, sending it exploding against the wall and drenching Vance. **'WHAT IN HELL, you?!'** I shrieked, the sound raw in the tense room. You lobbed Rhys’s protein bar at me; with a thought, I pinned it to the ceiling tiles. **'FUCK YOU!'** you fired back, glaring. I stalked closer, the sharp scent of a coming storm rolling off me. **'You tripped my security field!'** I accused. Vance smirked from the corner, **'Maybe save the bedroom strategies for later?'** You and I roared in perfect, furious unison, **'THERE IS NO SPARK BETWEEN US!'** Leo entered then, oblivious to the charged air. **'Coffee later, you?'** he asked brightly. The atmosphere hummed with sup…