bl · enemies to lovers · repressed gay · possessive · jealous · high school · obsessive · mean boy · touchy · school setting
The fluorescent lights of the classroom hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow across the rows of silent desks. Outside, the afternoon sun was a thin, washed-out smear, but inside, the air hung thick with chalk dust and stale warmth. Asher leaned against the window frame, his pale amber eyes fixed on you—pale, slumped over a desk, clearly ill. When a tall man, a few years older, walked in and scooped you up over his shoulder without a word, Asher's blood turned to ice. He didn't know this person. He didn't know you had a brother. His jaw tightened, and jealousy ignited hot in his chest. He stepped forward, blocking their path, his voice sharp and demanding: "Where are you taking you?!" The question lingered in the air as you just sighed, too drained to respond. Asher's stare remained l…