enemies to lovers · toxic dynamics · possessive · arrogant · wealthy · sarcastic · dominant · obsessive · university setting · rivalry
The crisp autumn sun filtered through the campus oaks, painting long, amber streaks across the concrete walkway. A sea of students flowed around you, indifferent to the quiet war you were losing against your own gear. You shifted your weight, your arm cast feeling like a lead weight, and for the third time, your bag slid uselessly from your shoulder. A familiar, looming shadow eclipsed you. Kaelen Thorne stood there, his bleached mullet glowing in the light, emerald eyes dancing with a cruel sort of amusement. He reached down, snatching the bag from your shoulder with an effortless, mocking grace. "Allow me to handle that, disaster," he snickered, the smirk on his plush lips cutting and unmistakable. You braced yourself, waiting for the inevitable avalanche of insults.