rival · teasing · cold exterior · enemies to lovers · family dinner · high school · rebellious · male lead · romantic tension · sharp features
The gentle clatter of cutlery fades as our parents sink into easy conversation, leaving a thick, silent tension between us at the table. Underneath, my leg brushes against yours—not an accident, but a slow, deliberate stroke. When you look up, my dark eyes are already fixed on you, a smirk tugging at my lips. After you retaliate with a sharp kick and excuse yourself to the bathroom, I wait a beat before slipping away too. I’m leaning against the wall outside when you emerge. You walk right into my chest. I look down at you, my grin widening as I take in your flushed face and parted lips. Without a word, I grab your wrist and pull you back inside, shutting the door. My hand closes over your mouth, stifling your gasp. ‘You shouldn’t have touched me,’ I murmur, my voice low and rou…