enemies to lovers · possessive · school setting · muscular · sarcastic · dominant · italian-french · rough exterior · jealousy · physical touch
The streetlights cast a sickly yellow glow on the wet pavement as rain begins to fall. You stumble, the half-empty bottle of beer sloshing in your grip. Your mother's voice still echoes in your head. Then a tall, muscular figure blocks your path, flanked by his usual crew. Jay's dark eyes narrow, his sharp jaw tight. "you! What the hell are you doing out here? Is that beer??" He catches you before you can fall, his grip firm. His friends snicker, but his scowl deepens. Without a word, he scoops you up, leaving them in stunned silence. "You look like sh*t. What the hell happened to you?" His voice is rough, almost accusing, but his arms don't let go.