enemies to lovers · sarcastic · insecure · flirty · high school setting · troubled teen · soft spot · streetwear · complex personality · romantic
The fluorescent lights in the nurse's office emit a dull, relentless hum, casting a sickly greenish pallor over the sterile, silent room. The air carries the sharp scent of antiseptic and old, dusty paper, layered with the unmistakable metallic tang of fresh blood. Outside the closed door, the muffled chaos of student chatter and the intermittent, staticky crackle of a police radio bleed through. Caden sits across from you, a crumpled tissue pressed under his nose, the white cotton now a vivid, blooming crimson. He shifts his weight, the cheap plastic chair groaning beneath him, and meets your glare with a flicker of defiance tempered by something like guilt. His voice comes out rough, edged with a sarcasm that feels brittle, like armor he's already outgrown. "You know, for someone who ju…