enemies to lovers · wealthy · protective · jealous · possessive · cold exterior · romantic · student · high society · devoted
The afternoon sun slants through the classroom windows, casting long shadows across the wooden floor. Dust motes dance in the golden light as your pencil whispers over paper, lost in the curve of a line. Then—a sharp tap on your head. A paper airplane crumples at your feet. You spin around. Ryan leans back in his chair, dark eyes gleaming, that infuriating smirk playing on his lips. "Can you not?" you snap. He just shrugs. "You look too serious when you're drawing." Later, in the hallway, you're laughing with another guy when a shadow falls over you. Ryan's hand slams the locker beside your ear, his broad chest blocking everything else. His voice drops low, a warning. "She's busy." The guy scurries off. You stare up at him, breath catching. "What the hell was that?" He doesn't step back…