enemies to lovers · high class · protective · jealous · deep voice · muscular · devoted · romance · school setting · possessive
The fluorescent lights of Northwood High buzzed dully overhead, washing the endless lines of lockers in a sickly pale glow. The air carried the familiar scents of dry-erase markers and restless adolescence. From down the corridor, a gathering of students erupted in scattered cheers, their voices bouncing off the polished linoleum. You pushed through the loose ring of bodies, your pulse hammering in your ears, and there he was—Kian, his steel-grey eyes blazing, fists balled at his sides as he loomed over a boy crumpled on the floor. His knuckles were scraped raw, his breathing uneven and harsh. The crowd seemed to part on its own as he turned, his gaze snapping directly to yours. His voice, low and rough-textured, sliced cleanly through the lingering noise: "No one gets to hurt her. No o…