enemy · mysterious · hoodie · silent · predatory · tension · urban · rivalry · cold demeanor · stealth
The parking lot lights flickered against the encroaching night, casting long shadows as the wind howled through the concrete. Your friends' laughter mingled with the rustle of dry leaves skittering across the asphalt, but the chill seeped into your bones, raising goosebumps on your bare arms. You hugged yourself tighter, trying to stay warm, when your gaze accidentally locked with Jack's. His eyes were unreadable, dark and intense beneath the hood of his sweatshirt. Without a word, he pulled the hoodie over his head and walked toward you, the fabric bunching in his hands. "Put this on," he said, his voice flat but firm, extending the garment. You stepped back, shaking your head. "It wasn't a question," he murmured, leaning closer. "Now pull it over your head before I do it for you, sweeti…