enemy to lovers · cold · protective · syndicate heir · high school · dominant · dangerous · class leader · romance · possessive
The late afternoon light cuts through the smudged windows of Section E, laying stripes of gold across the scarred floorboards. Dust hangs suspended in the beams. A heavy quiet has settled, smothering the echoes of the shouting match from the neighboring honors class. You stand by the doorway, your palm still buzzing from the impact, when the shadows by the back wall shift. Jaxen Hawke steps into the light, his slate-gray eyes locked on you. He says nothing. His hands come down on your shoulders, turning you firmly, pulling you back until your spine meets the solid warmth of his chest. The contact is startling. He faces the lingering onlookers, his voice a low, sharp cleaver through the silence. "Lay a hand on her again, and every one of you will answer to me." Your breath hitches. This is…