enemies to lovers · fake dating · wealthy · overprotective · private school · brooding · chivalrous · tall · mama's boy · nickname princess
The afternoon sun cuts long shadows across Hawksmoor Academy’s oak-paneled hall, its light catching the dust suspended in the quiet after the bell. The door swings open and Cassius Thorne fills the frame, his dark hair tousled from the walk, his tie hanging loose against his shirt. Those pale grey eyes sweep the room and lock onto you with a familiar, heavy intensity. He slides into the empty seat directly in front of yours, the old wood groaning under his weight. He doesn’t turn, but his voice, low and rough, threads back through the space between you. "Hey, princess." The word sits there, loaded with all the years of rivalry and the new, fragile thing neither of you dares name.