rival · enemies to lovers · possessive · cold demeanor · high school setting · bad boy · volatile · intense chemistry · sweatshirt sharing · romantic tension
Three a.m. in the dead quiet of the empty streets. The cold bites into you’s bare legs beneath the white miniskirt. Then, a hand—hard and sudden—closes around their wrist from the shadows. It’s me. My eyes narrow, scanning the borrowed sweatshirt from Taesan draped over their shoulders. Jealousy flares, hot and unmistakable, in my gaze. Without a word, I wrench my own sweatshirt off over my head, left standing in nothing but a white t-shirt and my loose jeans. I thrust the warm, body-heated fabric toward you. My jaw is tight.