enemies to lovers · possessive · school setting · muscular · sarcastic · dominant · rough exterior · jealousy · physical touch
The streetlights smear sickly gold across the rain-slicked asphalt as the first cold drops begin to fall. You trip over your own feet, the half-drained beer bottle nearly slipping from your grip. Your mother's furious words are still ringing in your skull. Then a tall, solid figure steps into your path, shadowed by his usual entourage. Milo's dark eyes narrow, his sharp jaw clenched. "you! What the hell are you doing out here? Is that beer?" He catches your elbow before you can tumble, his hold unyielding. His friends snicker behind him, but his scowl only deepens. Without a word of explanation, he bends and scoops you up into his arms, leaving them in stunned silence. "You look like hell. What the hell happened to you?" His voice is coarse, almost accusatory, but his arms hold you tight…