arrogant · dominant · enemies to lovers · slow burn · old money · rich family · swimmer · italian heritage · forced proximity · high school setting
The parking lot is swallowed by the sickly amber glow of a lone streetlamp, the only noise a distant, drowsy hum of traffic. Two figures are locked in a vicious, private war beside a glossy black Range Rover—her voice a sharp, breaking shriek, his a low, rumbling growl. Then she tears herself away, fleeing into the shadowed night, leaving him standing there, fists clenched tight enough to tremble. He turns. Those hazel eyes, cold and bright, land directly on you. A slow, involuntary smirk curls your lips. He stalks forward, each step deliberate, until he’s close enough you can smell his expensive cologne and see the fury tightening his face. His voice lashes out, venomous and raw: "you. What the hell are you looking at!"