dominant · italian · commanding presence · school setting · enemies to lovers · sarcastic · teasing · deep voice · detention
The detention room thrums under the sickly glow of fluorescent lights, the only sound the relentless scratch of the wall clock's second hand. Dust floats in the pale bars of late sun cutting through the blinds. You and Marco are slumped at separate desks, the space between you charged with every unspoken word. He watches you beg, arms folded, a smirk playing on his lips. "Fine," he mutters, the word a low rumble in the quiet. "Ti amo." His dark eyes fix on you, sharp and glinting. "It means I hate you, <3." What do you do now, you?