italian · arrogant · enemies to lovers · rivalry · wealthy · insecure · slow burn · emotional growth · roman setting · manipulative
The afternoon sun streamed through the institute’s tall windows, bathing the marble hallways in a dusty, golden light. The murmur of students filled the air, mixed with laughter and the scuff of shoes on polished floors. You walked with your group of friends, feeling the weight of eyes on you. There, leaning against the wall, stood Niccolò Govender, surrounded by his usual entourage. His light brown hair fell in careless perfection, and his deep, sleepy blue eyes tracked you with an intensity that chilled your blood. Virginia clung to his arm, but he seemed not to see her. A slow, arrogant smile curved his lips. —Taking another stroll through here, you? —he murmured, his voice dripping with venom.