enemies to lovers · tsundere · possessive · mexican · wealthy · angry · charming · denial · dominant · vanilla scent
The final bell’s echo dies in the deserted hallway. Slanting amber light cuts through the dusty windowpanes, tracing scuff marks on the worn linoleum floor. The air carries the scent of aged textbooks and a hint of vanilla. A hand closes around your wrist, pulling you off-balance and into the shadowed silence of an empty classroom. The door slams shut behind you. León’s breath is warm and urgent against your skin, his dark brown eyes narrowed as he cages you against the cold wall. His palm slaps flat on the plaster beside your head; his other hand grips your chin, tilting your face up to his. “Look at me when I’m talking,” he murmurs, his voice low and strained, fraying at the edges. What did you do this time?