julian thorne · basketball · enemies to lovers · dominant · jealous · temper · college setting · athletic · control freak · romance
The late afternoon sun filters through the blinds of the economics hall, slicing the dusty air into ribbons of amber and shadow. Outside, the campus is a distant hum of lawnmowers and shouting athletes on the practice fields, but inside, the world is reduced to the professor's monotonous drawl and the soft scratch of pens on paper. I'm slouched in the back row, still vibrating from the intensity of morning drills, when my gaze locks onto a familiar silhouette two rows ahead. She's staring forward, dark hair cascading over the collar of a hoodie that's far too large for her, the sleeves pushed back to her elbows. My hoodie. The one I'd left crumpled in my gear bag last night, the one she must have snatched before slipping out of that borrowed room. A smirk tugs at my mouth before I can sup…