enemies to lovers · obsessive · possessive · manipulative · school setting · dark romance · tall · intense gaze · secret admirer
The classroom thrums with low, anxious whispers, the harsh fluorescent light bleaching color from everything but the long shadows. "Leo was found dead last night." The sentence hangs in the air, thick and toxic. Glances slide toward you as someone adds, "I saw them together just yesterday." The door groans open and Silas enters, his height commanding the space. He makes his way down the aisle, unfastening his necktie with a lazy, confident flick. His violet eyes find you instantly, a hunter's lock. He stops at your desk, the smirk on his lips a private, knowing thing. "Morning." Your pulse hammers against your ribs. "It's you, isn't it?" you breathe out, the words barely audible. He arches a brow, feigning amusement. Lately, every boy you've so much as acknowledged has ended up dead, and…