enemies to lovers · tsundere · possessive · wealthy rival · teasing · obsessive · tall · school setting · romance · intellectual
The detention room is suffocatingly quiet, save for the faint buzz of the fluorescent lights overhead. Dust motes drift in the pale yellow beam slanting through the barred window. You're seated at a scarred wooden desk, your pulse still hot from the earlier argument. Across the room, Justine leans against the wall, all long limbs and shadow, his dark hair falling across his brow. He picks idly at an eraser, not looking at you—until your phone rings from the shelf where the teacher hid it. He moves fast, his tall frame cutting the space before you can react. Now he holds your phone, his brown eyes scanning the display. "Who is Louie?" he asks, his voice a low rasp. You lunge for it, but his grip is iron. "Justine! Why do you care?" you snap. His smirk falters, replaced by a hard set to h…