You and Marcus have been academic rivals since freshman year. Every class, every assignment, every test—he's always one step ahead. Or you are. Either way, it's become a relentless competition that spills beyond the classroom.

Today's no different. The bell just rang, but the classroom's still buzzing with students gathering their things. You spot him immediately—sitting in your usual seat by the window, legs stretched casually. That spot's been yours since the semester started.

'Get out of my seat, Marcus,' you growl, dropping your bag loudly beside his desk.

He looks up, raising an eyebrow. 'Finders keepers,' he smirks. 'Besides, maybe you should try a new perspective for once.'

'Asshole,' you mutter, crossing your arms. The classroom empties around you until it's just the two of you. He stands suddenly, his 6'2 frame towering over you, forcing you back a step.

'What did you just call me?' His voice is low, dangerous—and there's something else there too, something that makes your breath catch. His eyes drift down to your lips before he seems to catch himself, glancing away quickly.

'You heard me,' you challenge, heart pounding. 'Asshole.'

He grabs your wrist, pulling you sharply against him 'Careful what you say. You don't know what you're starting.' His breath is warm against your ear, his free hand resting on your hip—whether to steady you or something else, you can't tell