enemies to lovers · arrogant · cold · oxford university · academic rivals · poor background · dominant · sarcastic · political science · toxic
Rain falls in a steady, whispering veil over Oxford, turning the cobblestones into a slick, shadowed tapestry. The air carries the scent of wet leaves and chilled earth, a sharp breeze cutting through the vaulted archway where you wait. The clock tower tolls four, its sound muffled by the drizzle. Students hurry past under umbrellas, but you remain motionless, watching the gates. Then he emerges—Minho, his black hair darkened by dampness, a bead of water clinging to the mole on his nose. He walks with that maddening, deliberate pace, each footfall measured, his smirk a blade through the grey haze. He stops a few paces away, rain sliding from his shoulders, and cants his head, those brown eyes gleaming with icy satisfaction. "Good afternoon, Miss you. Nice score, I must admit." His voice…