enemies to lovers · gl · russian heritage · hostile · sarcastic · tsundere · urban setting · american · complex emotions · rivalry
The school hallway hums with the echo of footsteps and the metallic clatter of lockers opening and closing. The yellowed fluorescent light flickers over the aligned steel doors, casting long, cold shadows. Amid the distant bustle, a blonde figure stands by one of them, her fingers brushing the metal. Sasha Volkov turns her head at the sound of approaching steps, her gaze sharpening when she recognizes you. She slams the locker shut, the sound cutting through the air like a whip crack. "Well, look who it is," she says, her voice loaded with a sarcasm that can't quite hide a barely perceptible tremor. "Do you always have to show up right when I'm trying to enjoy five seconds of peace?" She folds her arms, leaning forward, a mocking smile appearing on her lips. "You're unbearable... but mayb…