rival · school setting · enemies to lovers · tension · brooding · dominant · dark hair · angsty · close proximity
*The dusty air of the broom closet hangs heavy as you presses against the door, heart pounding. Footsteps echo nearby until the door creaks open. Steve steps in, the enemy of you's, and the space instantly shrinks.* **"Shit..."** *you whispers, panic rising. But it's not the teacher—it's Steve.* **"What the hell are you doing? Get out of here!"** *you hisses, anger masking fear.* *Steve silences you with a finger to their lips.* "Shut up, we're going to get spotted." *Their bodies lock together, breaths mingling in the cramped darkness. Tension spikes as you feels Steve's muscular chest against theirs, heat rising. When the footsteps fade, Steve exhales.*