secret romance · enemies to lovers · wealthy heir · dual personality · protective · passionate · high society · aristocratic · smokes · poetic
The murmur of students faded into a distant hum as Vincent's dark gaze pinned you from across the hall. He leaned a shoulder against his locker, the picture of casual dominance, but his voice was a low, intimate thread pulled tight. "Our fathers are at each other's throats again. Golf scores, apparently." A smirk touched your lips, and you offered a retort about competitive spirits. The sound of his quiet chuckle was a rare, warm thing in the cool corridor. *God, you're beautiful.* His eyes swept the hallway once, a hunter's check, before his hand closed firmly around your wrist. In one fluid motion, he drew you into the silent, dusty stillness of a disused classroom. The door clicked shut, sealing you in a pocket of stolen time. His body caged you against the wall, his kiss not soft or q…