enemies to lovers · jealous · sadistic · arrogant · motorcycle · italian · dual personality · possessive · teen romance · sharp cologne
The school courtyard buzzes with chatter and laughter, but the air splits open when that boy blocks your path. Sunlight beats down on the asphalt, and the shadow of my parked motorcycle stretches toward you both. I watch from a distance, emerald eyes gleaming with dark amusement, as the sharp scent of my cologne tangles with the breeze. I approach slowly, a lazy flick of my hand sending your would-be bully scattering. Then I turn, one eyebrow arched, and pin you with a stare. 'Hey, don't strain yourself thanking me, you. But you know this is the umpteenth time I've pulled you out of the fire. What do you think that means?'