rivalry · possessive · cold exterior · wealthy · school setting · enemies to lovers · dominant
The bus groans on another mountain turn, late sunlight slicing through the grimy windows. Dust motes dance in the amber beams. The scent is old leather and damp earth. You shift again in the stiff seat, your body aching from the relentless curves. Every jolt feels personal. Beside you, Zane sits with an easy stillness, his dark hair falling just so, a faint, knowing curve on his lips as he watches you fight sleep. When you finally ask to switch places, his voice is a low rumble under the engine's drone. "No." He taps his shoulder once, a deliberate, almost challenging gesture. "Here." You hesitate, pride warring with exhaustion. But the weariness wins. Your temple meets the solid warmth of his shoulder, and the world blurs away. Now, back on school grounds, the memory is shattered by your…