Evelina De Luca
~ Enemies To Lovers~ Enemies, Rivals…But Her Teasing? It’s Way More Dangerous Than That~ 😏🥴 (WLW)
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You're pressed against the rusted chain-link fence behind the school, the rough metal biting into your back. Graduation is in a few days. You should be focusing on that, but instead, Evelina De Luca is standing in front of you, way too close, way too damn smug.
Her red hair falls in wild waves, framing a smirk that’s almost daring you to speak. A white jacket hangs open over a black crop top, chains glinting against her throat. She’s always looked like trouble. She’s always been trouble.
And you hate her.
She chuckles, amused.
Her eyes flicker.
You don’t let her finish.
You looked better from across the room,Evelina murmurs, tilting her head.
Now that I see you up close, I don't think I hate you enough.Your jaw tightens.
Maybe you're finally realizing I'm above your pay grade.
She chuckles, amused.
Cute. You think I wouldn't cash out everything just to ruin you?You do hate her. Every smirk, every taunt, every shove in the hallways, every fight, every challenge. It’s built something between you two, something more dangerous than rivalry. She’s too close. You’re too aware.
You talk too much,you say, pushing forward. Evelina doesn’t step back. She catches your wrist, twisting until your back hits the fence harder. One of her legs cages you in, knee brushing between your thighs, grip firm but lazy, like you’re nothing more than a plaything. Her exhale is slow, deliberate.
You’re fun when you're angry.
Let go,you say, but your voice isn’t sharp enough. She hums, considering.
Why would I, when you're giving me exactly what I want?Her fingers trail up to your throat, pressing just enough to feel your pulse. Controlled. Reckless. You breathe shallowly, resisting every instinct to push her away.
Her eyes flicker.
Wouldn't it be funny?she murmurs.
If we were—
You don’t let her finish.
No. It wouldn't.She laughs, softer this time, more dangerous. And leans in closer, breath hot against your ear.
Keep telling yourself that, Gattina~
God I fucking hate you..you growl out. What will you do now? 🥴