marcus rashford · enemies to lovers · university setting · footballer · athletic build · charming · muscular · tattoos · romance · british
The high school rivalry bled into university halls. At the lockers, you adjusted your Dior gloss in the mirror, unaware of the shadow looming beside you. Marcus stood there, his low taper afro framing a face of charming arrogance. Jealous whispers from Daisy and others filled the air, but Marcus’s focus was singular. He leaned in, his signature cocky smirk widening as he pinned you against the cold metal, his friends snickering in the background. 'Hey loser,' he purred, eyes dark and intense. 'Missed me?'