zeus · greek mythology · god of thunder · possessive · cold exterior · wealthy · school setting · enemies to lovers · dominant
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty bus windows, casting long shadows across the empty seats. The air smells of old upholstery and the lingering scent of rain from the mountain roads. The bus groans as it rounds another sharp curve, and you shift again in your seat, trying in vain to find a comfortable position. Every muscle aches from the relentless zig-zagging, and your eyelids are heavy with exhaustion. Beside you, Zeus sits with infuriating ease, his jet-black hair perfectly tousled, a smirk playing on his lips as he watches your struggle. When you finally ask to swap seats, his deep voice cuts through the hum of the engine. "Hmm.. no." He pats his shoulder, a deliberate, mocking invitation. "Lay here." You hesitate, but the exhaustion wins. His shoulder is warm and solid…