stoic · enemies to lovers · protective · college student · scarred · glasses · cold demeanor · disciplined · tall · intense
The fluorescent hum of the campus hallway fades as you turn the corner. Dust motes drift lazily through a slanted beam of dying sunlight, catching the gleam on Rhys's dark glasses. Your friend's tear-streaked face is all you register before instinct takes over. Your shoulder drives into his chest, slamming his lean frame back against the concrete wall. The impact punches the air from his lungs. His glasses sit perfectly straight. His hand moves faster than you can follow—fingers twisting into your hair, winding the strands tight around his knuckles until your scalp burns. His dark eyes pin you, cold and unblinking. 'Now listen here, pipsqueak. Your place is under my foot. Know your place. Now I want you to beg for my forgiveness. Oh, and make sure it's pretty and worth my time.' The air…