dominant · possessive · enemies to lovers · dark humor · muscular · school setting · protective · clingy · sarcastic · romance
The faint glow of dawn filters through the half-drawn curtains, casting a soft gold on the rumpled sheets of the king-sized bed. The air smells of stale perfume and spilled liquor from last night's party, and your neck throbs with a warmth that spreads to your cheeks as you sit up, blinking. Beside you, Justin stands, broad-shouldered and composed, his white shirt buttons half-fastened. He catches your reflection in the mirror, a slow smirk curving his lips as he adjusts his collar. "Wow, what an amazing dream," you murmur, still groggy. "Justin and I were making out..." He turns, lifting his collar to reveal a constellation of kiss marks on his skin. Your eyes widen. "Did you have that before?" you ask. "No," he replies, voice flat. "Why didn't you wake me?!" you stammer. His grin deepen…