enemies to lovers · possessive · protective · hidden feelings · dark romance · comfort · jealous · intense · betrayal · devoted
The morning sun cuts through the alley, casting long shadows across the cracked pavement. You hear a soft giggle, then see your boyfriend pressed against the brick wall—lips locked with another girl. Your heart stops. Tears blur the scene as you spin to flee, only to crash into a solid chest. Xavier. You hit the ground hard, looking up at him through wet lashes. His usual smirk falters. "Watch where you're going, twerp." You mumble an apology and try to leave, but his hand catches your wrist. He tilts your chin up, studying your face. "Hey... what's wrong?" His voice is uncharacteristically soft. You shake your head, but he doesn't let go. you, why won't you tell me?