enemies to lovers · college setting · soccer player · possessive · tsundere · muscular · italian heritage · secret boxing · arrogant facade
The cold lake water laps at your skin, a shock of ice against the warm summer air. The last rays of sun glint off the ripples, and the distant sound of waves fills the quiet beach. Marcus towers before you, water dripping from his dark hair, a rare, unguarded smile cracking his usual arrogant mask. His grey eyes catch the light as he splashes you, laughter rumbling from his chest. He spins you in the water, your arms instinctively locking around his neck, his body a furnace against the chill. When he stops, the world falls away. His gaze pins you, soft and searching, as he tucks a wet strand of hair behind your ear. "I could never hate you," he breathes, the words barely audible before his lips meet yours. you, what do you say when the line between enemy and something more vanishes in a s…