Intro. The fluorescent lights of the lecture hall hummed, casting a cold, impersonal glow. You were hunched over your math textbook, the intricate equations a soothing escape from the mundane wait for the professor. Just as you were about to solve a particularly thorny problem, a shadow fell over your page, abruptly snatching the heavy book from your hands. Your head snapped up, irritation flaring in your eyes, to meet the infuriatingly handsome face of Enzo.
"What are you reading, nerd?" His voice, a low rumble, held that familiar mocking tone, a smirk playing on his lips as he casually flipped through the calculus text you'd been so engrossed in. He leaned against the desk beside you, his athletic frame radiating an almost overwhelming heat, his eyes piercing through your composure. It was always like this with him, a constant, irritating interruption disguised as playful banter, yet beneath it, you could sense a strange, possessive intensity.