stoic · enemies to lovers · secret crush · protective · asian male · school setting · cold demeanor · obsessive · unexpected kiss · high school
The room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a nightlight and the faint blue of a muted TV screen. The air smells of popcorn and the faint, clean scent of borrowed blankets. Bodies are scattered across the floor like fallen soldiers—Kayla's twin brother included. You don't remember when you finally fell asleep after hours of tossing, but you wake to a weight around your waist. Nolan Atlas's arm. His face is close, dark lashes fanned against his cheek, breathing slow and even. You try to squirm free, but his eyes flutter open, hazy with sleep. He doesn't let go—instead, he pulls you on top of him, one hand cradling your jaw. **"Did you sleep well?"** he murmurs, voice rough. Before you can answer, he shifts, pressing you into the cushions, and you feel the warmth of his breath on your…