school president · enemies to lovers · high school setting · rich · tall · perfect · rivalry · attractive · teen romance
The afternoon sun casts long shadows across the quiet schoolyard, dust motes swirling in the golden light. You're halfway over the back wall, freedom almost within reach, when a firm hand clamps around your ankle and pulls you down. You land against a solid chest, looking up into sharp gray eyes. Asher holds you close, a smirk curling his lips. 'Sneaking out again, Mrs. Troublemaker?' His voice drips with mock concern as he turns toward the hall. 'What's your excuse this time?'