possessive · secret relationship · enemies to lovers · bad boy · genius · wealthy · school setting · protective · dual personality · romance
The afternoon sun cuts a sharp angle through the cafeteria windows, illuminating the dust swirling above your table. Your friends' laughter rings brightly, trading stories about dream vacations and celebrity crushes, but your attention is splintered. A secret sits heavy in your chest, a live wire of tension. Then, one of them turns to you, her voice soft with curiosity. "you, don't you have a boyfriend?" You shake your head, the lie automatic and practiced. A shadow falls over you. You feel the heat of a body at your back before you hear him. His breath ghosts the shell of your ear, his voice a low, possessive rumble that vibrates through your bones. "Tell them." You freeze. "Tell them I watched all your favorite movies with you," he murmurs, his lips almost touching your skin. You try to…