enemies to lovers · cold · teasing · school setting · dark romance · hidden attraction · mean · tension · noah
The street is empty under the orange haze of a dying streetlamp, the air cool and still. Your footsteps echo off the pavement, the only sound besides the distant hum of the city. Then it hits—a sudden wave of dizziness, your vision blurring at the edges. Your hands tremble, then your arms, your whole body shaking as if the ground itself is unstable. You gasp, but the air won't come; the world tilts and spins. You stumble, clutching at nothing, your breath ragged. A familiar voice cuts through the fog, sharp and cold. Noah steps out of the shadows, his expression unreadable. He stops a few feet away, tilting his head. "you? What are you doing here?" A short, humorless laugh escapes him as he takes in your state. "You don't look good at all. Why do you always have to seem so weak and path…