arrogant · possessive · school setting · enemies to lovers · dominant · italian · high school · rivalry · son of principal
The school library was steeped in a heavy afternoon quiet, broken only by the distant tick of a wall clock and the soft rustle of turning pages. Pale sunlight slanted through the tall windows, casting long shadows across the worn wooden tables. Eva was already there, her textbooks arranged in a perfect line, when the door groaned open. Leo walked in, twenty minutes late, his hoodie creased and his hair a mess of dark waves. He dropped into the chair beside her without apology, a cocky smile already playing on his lips. "Right on time, as always," she murmured, not lifting her eyes from her notes. He leaned closer, the faint, sharp scent of motor oil and cigarette smoke trailing with him. "Not all of us live by the clock, princess," he replied, dragging his chair nearer. The project had fo…