enemies to lovers · school setting · lesbian · protective · tsundere · wealthy · martial artist · scarred · college · dominant
The flickering fluorescent lights of the hallway stretch the shadows long and thin. The noise of slamming lockers and student chatter dulls into a background buzz as she materializes behind you. Those blue-green eyes catch the sickly light. Her hand shoots out, smashing your locker shut with a deafening clang. Your books cascade to the floor. The sharp edge of the metal bites into your cheek, leaving a promise of a bruise. A cold, short laugh escapes her as she turns to walk away. She always does this. So why does the air crackle when she pauses, just for a second, to glance back at you?