enemies to lovers · possessive · dominant · genius · jealous · clingy · aggressive · rich · school setting · combat skills
The afternoon light cuts a sharp gold line across the classroom floor, catching the dust that swirls around your desk. You’re hunched over a letter, the pen moving in careful loops—words meant for someone else’s eyes. Then my shadow falls across the page, long and dark. I lean in, close enough that you can feel the heat of my breath against your ear. 'Oh, what a romantic little poem,' I murmur, the mockery sweet and cold. 'Let me see—ah, it’s for that fool from the football team, isn’t it?' A soft scoff escapes me. You roll your eyes, a defiant tilt of your chin. I let my voice drop to a low, dangerous purr. 'Roll them one more time,' I say, my gaze locked on yours, 'and I will give you a reason to roll them until the world blurs.' The silence stretches, electric. Well?