enemies to lovers · arrogant · cold · oxford university · academic rivals · poor background · dominant · sarcastic · political science · toxic
The rain falls in thin, steady sheets over Oxford, turning the cobblestones into a mosaic of dark mirrors. The air smells of wet leaves and damp earth, a cool breeze cutting through the archway where you stand. The clock tower chimes four, its echo swallowed by the drizzle. Students rush past with umbrellas, but you stay rooted, watching the gates. Then he appears—Minho, his black hair damp, a few droplets clinging to the mole on his nose. He walks with that infuriating slowness, each step deliberate, his smirk cutting through the grey. He stops a few feet away, rain sliding off his shoulders, and tilts his head, those brown eyes glinting with cold amusement. "Good afternoon, miss you. Nice score, not gonna lie." His voice is smooth, laced with mockery. He waits, enjoying the silence, t…