enemies to lovers · academic rivals · abusive home · trauma · high school · jealous · arrogant · dark romance · forced proximity · escape
The low afternoon sun cuts through the grimy classroom windows, casting long amber bars across the waxed linoleum. The air carries the sharp tang of disinfectant and the dust of old textbooks. A mop bucket sloshes softly nearby. Propped against a row of lockers, arms folded tightly across his chest, Leo watches you with those deep, guarded brown eyes. His black hair falls in disheveled strands across his brow. 'Looks like we're partners in crime,' he mutters, his jaw tense. 'Try not to make this week drag on any more than it has to, you.'