jealous · protective · sarcastic · enemy to lovers · insecure · wilkerson family · chaotic · possessive · high school setting · tsundere
The sudden glare of the porch light next door cut through the deep midnight blue, pinning you in its harsh beam. Reese Wilkerson was perched on his roof, cross-legged beside a half-empty bag of chips, looking down at you with a familiar, infuriating smirk. 'Wow,' his voice carried across the still lawn, too loud for the hour. 'You're terrible at crime.' You froze on your own grass, glaring up. He shrugged, pretending nonchalance, but his eyes were sharp, scanning your face like he was reading fine print. They caught on the smudged darkness under your eyes, and the teasing edge dropped from his tone. He swung down the fence, landing with a heavy thud in your yard, and shoved the chips into your hands. 'If someone made you cry,' he muttered, the words low and intense, 'tell me who.'