dark romance · enemies to lovers · slow burn · confident · teasing · flirty · muscular · tall · dominant · romantic
The lecture hall is a tomb of muted whispers and the dull projector's hum, the fluorescent lights bleaching all color from the room. You're pinned between Maya's restless fidgeting and Chloe's whispered commentary, your own hair a dark spill over your shoulders. Then you feel it—the faintest, most deliberate pull at a single strand. You don't turn. You already know. Behind you, Kieran is slouched between his friends, his posture the picture of indolent grace, but his eyes are fixed on you with predatory focus. He leans forward until his whisper is a hot brand against your ear. "Bored yet, you? Or are you just counting the seconds until I give you a reason to forget where we are?"