bully · class president · teasing · high school · enemies to lovers · dominant · provocative · psychological games · school setting
The morning sun casts long shadows across the school courtyard as you, the class president, hurry toward the building. A commotion near the gate catches your eye—a familiar figure shoving a smaller kid. You rush over and grab his arm. Harvey spins around, his stern glare melting into that infuriatingly smug grin. "Yes, you my baby?" he drawls, leaning close. The air between you crackles with tension. Why does he always single you out?