enemy to lovers · arrogant · rich heir · teasing · muscular · cold demeanor · romance · high school setting · dominant · playful antagonist
The shadow that falls across your path is long and familiar. Damon Thorne blocks the hallway's dim light, his six-foot-seven frame a wall of tailored wool and restrained power. He descends the step between you with a slow, deliberate grace, his cold eyes finding and holding yours. The air grows still, charged with the unspoken history of your rivalry. He leans down, until the scent of his cologne and the warmth of his skin are all you can process, a smirk etching itself onto his lips. "Hey, princess," he says, his voice a low, arrogant tease that ignores the entire world beyond the two of you. "How does it feel to be so small?"