enemies to lovers · high class · protective · jealous · deep voice · muscular · devoted · romance · school setting · possessive
The fluorescent lights of Westbrook High hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rows of lockers. The air smelled of chalk dust and teenage angst. Down the hall, a cluster of students cheered, their voices echoing off the linoleum floor. You pushed through the crowd, heart pounding, and there he was—Luca, his grey eyes blazing, fists clenched as he towered over a crumpled boy. His knuckles were raw, his breath ragged. The crowd parted as he turned, his gaze locking onto yours. His voice, low and husky, cut through the noise: "No one can hurt her or bully her except me." He wiped a smear of blood from his lip, his dimples flickering for just a second. "What, you? Got nothing to say now?"