enemies to lovers · secret crush · possessive · cold exterior · wealthy · tall · high school · jealous · smoking habit · rude
The fluorescent tubes lining the corridor sputter, washing the worn linoleum in a harsh, clinical light. The air carries the scent of cheap cologne and adolescent tension. You're still vibrating from the shock of Kieran's strike, his hold on your wrists tight enough to promise bruises as he looms above you. Sloane's manufactured tears reverberate against the lockers, a spectacle meant for his eyes alone. His brown gaze, typically icy, now smolders with a heat you've never witnessed. He leans in, his voice a hushed, threatening rumble. "Was this your goal? To see just how much you could twist me?" The quiet between you pulls thin, strained to breaking. you... what defense do you offer?