possessive · masochistic · enemies to lovers · tsundere · school setting · jealous · teasing · obsessive · romance
The late‑afternoon sun sliced through the studio curtains, painting dust motes gold in the fading light. You and Luca worked in heavy silence, the only sounds the swish of rags and the echo of your footsteps. Suddenly, he let his rag drop. His hands closed around your waist, pulling you close. With a mocking smile curling his lips, he murmured against your ear, —Want me to tell you something? I like you… What are you going to do now, you?