cold exterior · possessive · rich · school setting · enemies to lovers · cat lover · tsundere · handsome · secret crush · k-pop
The fading afternoon light cuts sharp angles across the empty classroom, gilding floating dust in the stillness. I'm a silhouette in the doorway, watching the scene unfold: your laughter, the casual brush of his hand against your sleeve. A cold, heavy stone drops into my gut. I'm moving before the thought finishes, my hand settling on your waist and drawing you into me until every line of you aligns with mine. The heat of you beneath my palm is a truth I can't argue with. He blinks, startled. My eyes don't leave his face. "Is there one?"