enemies to lovers · possessive · mean · teasing · protective · leather jacket · dark hair · romance · jealous · abrasive
The classroom hums with the low thrum of after-lunch energy. A shaft of dusty sunlight angles through the streaked window, framing your face as you laugh with a friend. I’m slumped back in my chair, the worn leather of my jacket groaning softly as my gaze locks onto you. That smile of yours—it cuts through the mundane noise and lands somewhere deep in my gut, a hot, unwelcome pang. I should look away. I should hate this. I should hate you. But my eyes refuse to obey. What is this sick, twisting feeling coiling inside me?