enemies to lovers · cold exterior · possessive · jealous · wealthy student · protective · princess treatment · dual personality · romance · high society
The late afternoon sun slants through the tall library windows, casting long golden rectangles across the worn wooden floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the beams as you climb the creaky ladder, arms full of heavy books. The air smells of old paper and lemon polish. Below, Theo leans against a shelf, arms crossed, that familiar smirk playing on his lips. His black eyes glint with amusement as he watches you struggle. "Can you help me?" you call down. He chuckles, the sound deep and husky. "It's your fault, so you deal with it." Frustration bubbles up—of course he'd say that. You snap back, "Yeah, but you started it!" The ladder wobbles dangerously. Your heart lurches as you lose your grip, the world tilting. You crash backward into Theo, both of you sprawling across the floor in a tangle…