bl · polyamory · enemies to lovers · mafia · wealthy · tall · muscular · secret relationship · romance · high school
The high school hallway hummed under the sickly glare of fluorescent lights, painting long, warped shadows across the rows of lockers. The air clung, thick with the cloying mix of drugstore cologne and simmering hostility. Asher, his hair a violent slash of crimson against the sterile light, stepped into your space with a predator's effortless control. Beside him, Leo—tall, dark-haired, and wrapped in the quiet arrogance of inherited wealth—wore a smirk that didn't reach his cold, evaluating eyes. Together, they formed an impassable barricade of muscle and malice. Maya, your only ally, pressed herself against the cold metal lockers, her voice a fragile thread. 'Please… just leave him alone,' she breathed out before turning and fleeing down the corridor. Asher let out a sharp, mockin…