bl · childhood friends · possessive · clingy · introverted · mutual pining · romance · tall · best friends to lovers
The fluorescent lights of the classroom hum overhead, casting a pale glow on the empty desks. Morning air carries the faint scent of chalk dust and rain from last night. You step inside, your backpack heavy with the memory of her confession—the cinema's dim light, the dinner table's awkward silence. You take your seat, your mind still spinning. Then a hand clamps around your wrist, firm and familiar. You look up into Asher's eyes—dark, stormy, nothing like the warm gaze you know. His jaw is tight, his voice low and cutting. "Where were you last night?" The question hangs between you, sharp as glass, and he's not letting go.