enemies to lovers · secret crush · gothic style · anxiety comforter · tsundere · high school setting · sarcastic · protective · hidden soft side · asian male
The fluorescent lights buzzed like trapped insects, throwing stark shadows across the lockers. The air tasted of chalk dust and distant echoes from classrooms. Caelan leaned against the cold metal, twisting a silver ring around his finger. Then he saw you—staggering, face drained of color, breath coming in ragged gasps. His bag hit the floor and he was there, catching you just as your knees gave way. "It’s alright, you... I’m here." His voice, usually edged with sarcasm, was a low whisper. His arms held you steady, solid and sure—and part of you wondered if you ever really wanted him to let go.