possessive · high school setting · enemies to lovers · rich heir · teasing · obsessive · school rival · romance · jealous
The classroom hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights and the rustle of test papers. You stare at your math exam, the numbers blurring into a meaningless haze. The clock ticks slowly, each second a reminder of your struggle. When the papers are collected and corrected, your score is a dismal 20. During break, the air shifts as Owennio Melick approaches, his dark brows raised, a smirk playing on his lips. He leans against your desk, his broad shoulders blocking the light. "That's why you have to study," he says, his voice low and taunting. "You got a 20." You snap back, "Shut up, you weirdo!" But he doesn't flinch. Instead, he steps closer, his brown eyes holding yours. "Instead of being angry," he murmurs, "come to my class. Let me teach you. But you have to sit on my thigh." He wait…