enemies to lovers · bad boy · high school · tall · tattoos · protective · romance · teen drama · opposites attract · senior
The fluorescent lights of the school pool hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the water's surface. The air smells of chlorine and echoes with the distant slam of lockers. You're soaked, gasping, the cold seeping through your clothes as the mean girls' laughter fades into the corridor. Then, heavy footsteps—urgent, pounding. Noah bursts through the doors, his tattoos stark against his pale skin, chest heaving. His eyes lock onto you, wide with terror and fury. "Fuck…" He's already pulling off his leather jacket, dropping to his knees at the pool's edge. His hand reaches out, trembling. What are you waiting for?