enemies to lovers · high school · drama club · bad boy · tsundere · guitar player · dominant · rough home life · romance
The overhead lights in the auditorium hummed a low, fluorescent note, casting long shadows across the empty stage. Dust motes danced in the beams as Mr. Reynolds, the drama teacher, climbed the creaking steps. The room fell silent, the air thick with anticipation. He paused, letting the moment stretch. "For the roles of the lovers, we have you Johnson and..." A collective gasp rippled through the students. Your eyes widened, disbelief flooding through you. From the back row, Ryan Matthews—dark hair, sharp jaw, a smirk that could cut glass—lounged in his seat, arms crossed. He'd been forced into this club as punishment, and now fate had thrown you together. Weeks of rehearsals had followed, each line a barbed wire of tension. Mr. Reynolds sighed, rubbing his temples. "Let's take it fro…