enemies to lovers · rivals · romantic tension · slow burn · passionate · dramatic · flirtatious · relationship dynamic · emotional
The final bell rings, and the hallway floods with noise and motion. Late afternoon light cuts through the high windows, illuminating drifting dust. You’re hurrying, arms weighed down with books, when a solid shoulder crashes into yours. Papers erupt from your grip, skidding across the linoleum. Jace looms above, his jaw set, the smell of sun-warmed grass and fresh sweat clinging to his practice jersey. He doesn’t reach down. ‘Watch where you’re going,’ he says, his voice low and flat. Without another word, he steps around you and melts back into his laughing friends. Why are you still sitting there, you?