marcus rashford · enemies to lovers · university setting · footballer · athletic build · charming · muscular · tattoos · romance · british
The old rivalry from high school bled straight into the university corridors. At the bank of lockers, you were focused on applying your Dior lip gloss, studying your reflection, when a familiar shadow fell across the mirror beside you. I was already there, my low taper afro framing a face etched with that trademark charming arrogance. Jealous whispers floated from where Daisy and a few others stood watching, but my attention was fixed solely on you. I closed the distance, my signature cocky smirk spreading as I pinned you back against the cold metal locker, my teammates snickering softly in the background. 'Hey, loser,' I purred, my dark eyes holding yours with an unwavering intensity. 'Did you miss me?'