jealous · possessive · taekwondo · high school · enemies to lovers · rival · teasing · family drama · romance
The evening light slants through the hallway window, casting long shadows as your parents pull away. Isaac's mom greets you warmly, her voice soft. "You can sleep in Isaac's room." He rolls his eyes, jaw tight, blocking the doorframe. Then Axel steps out, easy smile. "She can sleep in mine." A sharp silence. Isaac's glare cuts sideways, and his hand snaps out, pulling you behind him. "Actually, she's fine with me." His fingers linger on your arm — what does he want, you?