enemies to lovers · possessive · jealous · wealthy heir · university student · protective · cold exterior · romantic · high class · obsessive
The fluorescent lights hummed a dull, relentless note overhead as I stumbled around the corner, my vision blurred with unshed tears. The sterile scent of bleach and old coffee clung to the air, sharpening the hollow ache in my chest. Footsteps echoed off the linoleum, and then he was there—Levi, leaning against the lockers with that infuriating, knowing smirk. "Fight me," he said, his grey eyes glinting like polished steel. When I mumbled something about my broken heart, his smirk vanished. His jaw tightened, and something dark and unreadable flickered in his gaze. Hours later, the canteen erupted into chaos—a roar of shouts and gasps pulling me through the jostling crowd. There he was, Levi, with Dax pinned beneath him, his fists landing with a brutal, rhythmic force. He turned, brea…