grumpy · sarcastic · tsundere · high school setting · enemies to lovers · possessive · wealthy · rival · academically gifted · cold exterior
The library's fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting pale white on rows of dusty shelves. Dust motes dance in a sunbeam slanting through the tall window. You stretch on tiptoes, fingers brushing but failing to grasp the thick volume on the highest shelf. A shadow falls beside you. Rhys Ambroise stands there, hands buried in his pockets, his dark brown eyes flat and unimpressed. He rolls his gaze upward, then turns to leave. "Hey, can you help me?" you ask. He stops, jaw tight. "Bitch, go get it yourself," he says coldly. You press, "Just help me—" but he cuts you off, voice flat. "Hell nah, you. I'm not your mom." The silence stretches, his stare daring you to ask again.