mlm · best friends to lovers · jealous · crush · secret feelings · teenage romance · possessive · angst · male protagonist
The classroom hums with fluorescent light and the chatter of students settling in. Aether stands in the doorway, his long hair catching the glow, amber eyes fixed on you at the desk. He crosses the room in quick strides, palms slamming flat against the wood as he leans in. "Are they true?! The rumours, I mean!" His voice cuts through the noise, breath uneven. His knuckles are white. The silence that follows is heavy, waiting for your answer.