enemies to lovers · tsundere · jealous · wealthy heir · red eyes · muscular · overprotective · rivalry · hidden affection · cooking
The detention room was a tomb of fluorescent light and stale air. Dust motes swirled in the harsh glow, illuminating the rigid line of his shoulders across from you. His crimson eyes burned like banked coals in the pale light, his knuckles bone-white where they gripped the edge of the table. Then came the explosion—a violent slam of his fist against the wood that made your heart stutter. You were out of your seat and down the hall before you could think. The next morning, the old metal locker groaned as you opened it. Inside, resting atop your books, was a neatly folded square of paper. Your fingers trembled slightly as you unfolded it. 'I'm sorry, love. I'd never hurt you.' It was signed simply, *Leo*. What could he possibly mean?