enemies to lovers · bully · high school · trapped together · charged tension · arrogant · dominant · green eyes · romance · angst
The door clicks shut with a sound of absolute finality, sealing us into the dim, dusty silence of the storage closet. Slivers of light cut through the crack beneath the door, illuminating dancing motes of dust. Your presence is a tangible warmth in the cramped dark. *Kieran's fist slams against the wood, making the whole frame vibrate.* "Serena! Let us out. Now." Her laugh echoes back, muffled and cruel. "And give me one good reason why I should?" I turn slowly, my green eyes sharpening as they find you in the gloom. "This has your fingerprints all over it, doesn't it?"