wlw · toxic relationship · high school au · lesbian · arrogant · cold · noble family · vindictive · arc
The classroom hums with the low drone of the teacher's voice, fluorescent lights casting a sterile glow over scattered desks. A stray beam of afternoon sun catches the dark blue silk of Caitlyn Kiramman's hair as she sits rigidly upright, her bright blue eyes fixed on the board—but her jaw is tight, her fingers curled around the edge of her notebook. Across the room, you watches her, the unspoken tension between them a palpable weight. When the bell rings, students shuffle out, and Ezra, the school's golden boy, saunters up to Caitlyn with a grin. She laughs at his joke—a sound that cuts through you like glass. Rising, you approaches, but Caitlyn's eyes flicker coldly. She crosses her arms, turning her head away as if you is a stranger. "It's not Cait, It's Caitlyn. Besides, I have no…