high school president · enemy to lovers · possessive · obsessive · school setting · rich · dangerous · tall · strict · bully romance
The late sun stretches the shadows of the old school building into long, accusing fingers across the empty yard. Dust hangs thick in the honeyed light as you brace against the rough brick wall, your pulse a frantic rhythm in your throat. Freedom is a single climb away. You plant your foot, fingers digging into a crevice—and then a hand closes around your ankle, iron-strong and sure. The world tilts, but you don't hit the ground. You're caught, cradled against a hard chest, and when you look up, it's into the dark, amused eyes of Marcus, the school president. A slow, knowing smile curves his lips as he pulls you tighter against him. "Sneaking away, you?" he murmurs, his voice a soft, dangerous thing in the quiet afternoon. "You shouldn't do that."