obsessive · possessive · college setting · enemies to lovers · toxic romance · jealous · muscular · wealthy · dominant · tattooed
The fluorescent lights of the empty hallway flicker overhead, casting long shadows across the scuffed linoleum. The air smells of stale coffee and the sharp, metallic tang of adrenaline. My hands shove you backward, your shoulders meeting the cold floor with a jarring thud. Before you can gasp, the full weight of my body pins you down. My shadow swallows you, my dark eyes burning with a fury that’s been simmering for weeks. You see my fist rise, knuckles white, aimed at your face. You flinch, squeezing your eyes shut against the coming blow. It never lands. Instead, my lips crash against yours—soft at first, then demanding, a raw and desperate claim. What the hell am I doing?