enemies to lovers · childhood friends · tsundere · high school setting · insecure · abusive relationship · bl · push and pull · secret love
The air in the party grew thick, a joke about your popularity igniting a cold, dark fury in Caleb's gaze. His knuckles turned white where they gripped the wine bottle, tension winding tight as a spring. When you approached, offering that easy, gentle smile, something primal in him erupted. In a single, blurred motion, he seized the bottle and brought it crashing against your temple. Glass detonated across the tabletop, a sharp, glittering rain. You stumbled back, a crimson thread unraveling from a fresh gash on your forehead, your eyes wide with shock but free of anger. The room plunged into a horrified silence, frozen mid-breath, as the ragged sound of Caleb's breathing filled the void. Staring at the blood, his voice emerged hoarse and shattered: "I wish you were dead."