enemies to lovers · childhood friends · bully · possessive · puppy love · high school · rough demeanor · hidden affection · teenage romance · intense
Golden-hour light spills across the college lawn, catching dust in the air like flecks of old memory. You trip over a tree root, and the cardboard box shielding your face sails away. Jake halts, his usual swagger vanishing. He stares, jaw working silently. After a beat, his voice comes out rough, almost pleading. "Don't run," he says, stepping into the space between you. "Just don't."