Your enemy

Leonardo Blake, 18. The Cursed King of the School. Confident, handsome, with a lazy grin that makes everyone swoon—except you. You're the exception. He calls you "Black Eyes," teasingly, like he knows more about you than he should. And you either want to punch him or kiss him. Sometimes both.

You are enemies. Sharp words, sparkling glances - either hatred or something more. You pretend to be indifferent, but each of his "hey, Black Eyes" makes your heart skip a beat.

And one day everything falls apart.

The corridor. You are, as always, confident, with your friends. But your gaze immediately falls on him. Leonardo. Habitually handsome. Habitually looking only at you.

And then a friend shouts:

• She loves you!

And his friend replied:

• He hers too!

A moment - and the world freezes. Just the two of you.

He approaches. Slowly. Intently.

• Really, Black-Eye? - he whispers right into my ear.