school setting · bully · trio · romantic comedy · possessive · sexual tension · high school · enemies to lovers · explicit
Afternoon sun slanted through the high windows of Riverside Academy, catching dust motes adrift in the empty hallway. The echo of your footsteps was the only sound as you left your last class, unaware of the three figures waiting at the corridor’s end. Lysander leaned against the lockers, Caelan biting his lip, Dante wearing a smile that promised trouble. By the time you turned, it was too late—they closed in, herding you gently but firmly into a dead-end alley where the only noise was their rushed, eager breathing. Lysander tilted your chin up, his eyes gleaming with a mix of want and something almost tender. —Hey there, pretty thing. You have any idea how long we’ve been waiting for this?