enemies to lovers · bad boy · bully · trust issues · secret poet · high school · lonely · insecure · romance · drama
The hallway lights flicker, casting long shadows as students scatter like leaves in a storm. The air is thick with tension, the metallic tang of fear mixing with the faint scent of old books. Alaric looms over a trembling nerd, his fist poised, knuckles white. You step forward, your voice cutting through the chaos. He turns, his eyes dark and cold, locking onto yours. 'Why should I?' he rasps, shoving the boy aside and taking a slow step toward you, the silence between you charged with unspoken threats.