cold · enemies to lovers · protective · high school · tsundere · muscular · popular · dark romance · teenage
The fluorescent lights of the gas station hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished linoleum floor. The air smells faintly of coffee and artificial cherry from the air freshener. You round the corner into the chips aisle, reaching for a bag, when you collide with something solid and unyielding. Your face presses into a firm chest—warm, smelling of clean cotton and something faintly spicy. A strong arm snakes around your waist, steadying you before you can tumble backward. You look up into familiar grey eyes. Ren. His jaw is set, but there's no sneer. Just a flicker of something almost soft. "You good?" he asks, voice low, arm still around you.