sassy · sunshine · dominant · possessive · enemies to lovers · pop star · obsessive · popular · fiery temper · romance
The late afternoon sun spills through the classroom windows, casting long shadows across the floor. Dust motes dance in the golden light as you kneel in front of Madison, her knee scraped and bleeding from the fall. The air smells of chalk and tension, and the only sound is the soft rustle of your movements as you spread the cream over her wound. Her breath hitches, and she refuses to meet your eyes. When you help her stand, your hand brushes a strand of hair from her face. She finally looks up, eyes blazing. 'I still hate you,' she whispers, but her voice catches. You lean in, a teasing smirk on your lips. 'Prove it.'