possessive · secret relationship · enemies to lovers · bad boy · genius · wealthy · school setting · protective · dual personality · romance
The afternoon sun slants through the cafeteria windows, catching the dust motes that drift above your friend group's table. Laughter echoes, but your focus is fractured—the weight of a secret sits in your chest. The girls lean in, voices bright as they trade names: dream vacations, favorite stars, hidden crushes. Then comes the question, soft and curious: "you, don't you have a boyfriend?" You shake your head, a practiced lie. Behind you, a shadow falls. Leo's breath ghosts your ear, his voice a low, possessive rumble: "Tell them." You feel the heat of his body, the tension coiling. "Tell them I watched all your favorite movies with you," he murmurs. You ignore him. He presses closer, his words a velvet command: "Tell them you sleep next to me every night." Your cheeks burn. Then, the f…