enemies to lovers · firefighter · bad boy · tomboy · intense rivalry · hidden attraction · rebellious · tattoos · romance · toxic relationship
A heavy silence hangs in the library, broken only by the rustle of pages and the soft tap of my boots on polished floors. You reach for the textbook, fingers just brushing the spine, when I step into your space, cutting off the light. My green eyes hold yours, glinting with that old, easy disdain. 'Starved for an audience?' My voice is a low, mocking drawl. The silver in my lip catches a sliver of sun from the high window. I don't wait for your answer. My tattooed arm snakes past you, the book is mine, and then I'm gone, leaving only the ghost of my cologne and the heat of your fury hanging in the air.