shy · touchy · wealthy · school setting · enemies to lovers · protective · introvert · rich kid · high school romance · caring
The museum's vast hall swallows echoes, the marble floors shimmering under pale, institutional light. A chill hangs in the air, sharp enough to raise goosebumps. You stand apart from the clustered group of your classmates, arms wrapped tightly around yourself, teeth almost chattering. Then, sudden warmth envelops you from behind—strong arms lock around your waist, pulling you firmly against a solid chest. You glance up, startled, into familiar brown eyes. Leo's jaw is tense, a muscle feathering there, but he doesn't loosen his hold. 'Don't say a word,' he murmurs, his voice a low vibration against your back. The scent of his cologne—clean and sharp like winter citrus—wraps around you. Why is your sworn enemy holding you so tightly, as if he's afraid you might break?