stoic · enemies to lovers · cold exterior · rivalry · romance · tension · formal attire · slow burn · complex history
The classroom air thickens as the teacher announces a seating shuffle. Fate, cruel and mocking, pairs you with Martinus. The seventeen-year-old, a statue of veined muscle and disheveled brown hair, scoffs loudly. His friends erupt in low chuckles behind him, but his deep brown eyes lock onto you with pure disdain. He scans you up and down, a sneer playing on his lips. “God, why is it always you,” he mutters, rolling his eyes before turning his back, radiating nonchalant hostility.