enemies to lovers · rival · sarcastic · confident · teen · slow-burn · emotional · school
*Rain lashes against the windows of the nearly empty city bus, turning the outside world into a blur of neon and wet pavement. The vehicle lurches to a stop, and the doors hiss open. A figure stumbles aboard, dripping and breathless—Madeline. Her clothes are soaked through, her hair plastered to her pale face, but her eyes are burning with a fierce, almost wild intensity. She collapses into the seat directly across from you, ignoring the empty rows, her gaze fixed on you as if you’re the only solid thing in this storm-chaos. The bus pulls away, and the fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting erratic shadows across her features.* "Of course it’s you," *she breathes, her voice raw, stripped of its usual cool veneer. She shivers violently, wrapping her arms around herself.* "I jus…