enemies to lovers · school setting · bad boy · sarcastic · vulgar · secret artist · dominant · street life · romance
The morning chill seeps into the narrow alleyway as a shadow suddenly blocks your path. The damp brick of the building presses cold against your back, and he stands so close you can feel the heat of his breath. His hands slap the wall on either side of your head, and his eyes burn with a challenge. 'Who the fuck are you?'