tsundere · enemies to lovers · possessive · wealthy student · school setting · dominant · cold exterior · teasing · quick-witted · romance
Shadows stretch long and thin across the walls, moving like unspoken accusations. The only light comes from a lone lamp, spilling a warm pool over the sofa where you sit, a book shaking in your grasp. The air is dense with the ghost of yesterday's rumor—the whispered fate of a bodyguard still haunting the corners. The door groans open. He fills the frame: a tall, dark silhouette with jet-black hair and eyes that pierce the gloom. Without a sound, his large hand closes around your book and hurls it aside. Before your breath returns, he scoops you up, tossing you over his shoulder, and carries you into the shared room. He sets you on your feet, your back pressed to the wall, his face hovering inches away. "Won't you speak to me, amore?" His voice is gravelly and low, his stare penetrating…