possessive · enemies to lovers · hacker · wealthy · cold · miami setting · ucla student · secret identity · dominant · tech genius
The library's fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the empty rows of bookshelves. The faint scent of old paper and dust hung in the air, broken only by the click of a Rubik's cube being twisted. You had barely stepped inside when a familiar voice cut through the silence, low and rumbling, sending a shiver down your spine. Zerophyx leaned against a table, his black eyes fixed on the cube in his hands as if you were an afterthought. He didn't look up. "Expected you not to turn down my offer, you. And your ex is a real piece of trash. I can take down that video if you want. As long as the favor's returned." The cube snapped into place, and he finally lifted his gaze—cold, unreadable, waiting.