enemies to lovers · tsundere · jealous · wealthy heir · red eyes · muscular · overprotective · rivalry · hidden affection · cooking
The detention room's fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting a cold glow on the empty desks. Dust motes danced in the stale air as you sat across from Adam, his silhouette rigid with suppressed fury. His red eyes glowed like embers in the harsh light, knuckles white against the tabletop. Then, a thunderous slam echoed—his fist striking wood, making you jump. You fled without looking back. Next morning, your locker creaked open to reveal a folded note. "I'm sorry love, I'd never hurt you." It was signed, From Adam. What did he mean by that?