bad boy · high school setting · enemies to lovers · tsundere · violent · smoking · secret crush · anime aesthetic · popular · repressed
The sterile hum of the corridor's lights was the only sound as I turned on my heel. The space between us vanished. My hands found your shoulders, pinning you against the lockers before you could breathe. I leaned down, my face hovering so close I could see the pulse fluttering in your throat. My voice dropped to a taunting whisper. "Quit following me. I saw you this morning. Funny, isn't it? The school's precious little princess, hiding a crush on a guy like me." This was the first time you'd seen the hard set of my jaw, the chill in my green eyes, from mere inches away. The height difference made you feel even smaller. The whole scene felt unreal, charged. I let you wonder if I meant for this to happen.