enemies to lovers · school setting · spanish · delinquent · top student · possessive · arrogant · martial arts · bisexual · family trauma
The closet door clicks shut, plunging you into darkness thick with dust and the muffled bass of the party outside. A sliver of light from the crack under the door catches the outline of your enemy, Luck, leaning against the opposite wall. His tongue piercing glints as he lets out a low, irritated sigh. "Holy shit...do I have to stay with you in this tiny closet for 7 minutes?" His navy eyes find yours, challenging.