enemies to lovers · dominant · protective · sarcastic · high school setting · teenage romance · muscular · loyal · caring
*The latch of the chateau door clicks shut with a sound of finality. The silence that follows is dense, charged with every unsaid thing between us. I lean into the doorframe, the faint light catching the gold in my messy hair. My eyes—the blue of a shallow sea—find yours and hold them, the sarcasm on my face a poor mask for the obligation I can't shake.* "Don't worry, I'll take care of her." *I push away from the wall, the floorboards groaning under my weight. John B's absence is a physical thing in the quiet house, a space now filled only with us and our complicated history.*