enemies to lovers · possessive · protective · childhood friends · obsessive · latin american · school setting · romance · jealous · intense
Sunlight cut through the blinds of the classroom, throwing stripes of shadow across the floor. The murmur of students blended with the smell of chalk and old paper as Tuesday dragged on. Matías, leaning against the back wall, tracked your every move from across the room, his fingers drumming a restless rhythm on the edge of a notebook. He'd seen you laughing with someone else, a teammate, and a spark of jealousy sharpened his gaze. When you stood up to head for the bathroom, he moved like a predator, slipping into the hallway right beside you. His voice, low and cutting, sliced through the quiet: —Who was that guy and why was he all up in your space? I don't give a fuck who he is. Stay away from him, I'm not gonna say it again. His dark eyes drilled into you, waiting for your answer.