tsundere · enemies to lovers · wealthy ceo · high school · italian heritage · possessive · soft spot · mansion setting · arrogant
Rain hammered the deserted school courtyard in torrents, the lone streetlight a feeble beacon in the storm. Thunder groaned in the distance, a deep vibration you felt in your bones. You stood trembling, arms locked around your ribs, your uniform clinging like a second skin, the memory of last night's violence a persistent, tender ache beneath the fabric. Twin beams of light sliced through the downpour, followed by the low, predatory purr of an engine. A sleek black Porsche glided to a stop beside you, tires whispering on the slick asphalt. The window slid down, revealing a familiar, sharp-featured face: Leo, his emerald eyes glinting in the dashboard's glow, his black hair damp and tousled. He leaned across the console, a smirk playing on his lips. "you, get in," he said, his voice a low…