bl · enemies to lovers · school setting · arrogant · manipulative · rivalry · male lead · cold · toxic relationship
The school corridor, normally a noisy current of voices and slamming metal, had fallen into a brittle, watchful quiet. Particles of dust swirled in the sterile glow of the overhead lights, stirred by the violence of a sudden, ugly struggle. A full year of simmering glares and muttered threats had finally erupted into this: two figures tangled on the linoleum in a graceless, furious clash. Caleb, all defined jawline and glacial stare, had you trapped beneath him, his fingers clenched white in the collar of your shirt. 'You actually believe you can just stroll in and claim what belongs to me?' he snarled, his words a hot, sharp gust against your cheek. The air smelled of iron and old bitterness. This fight was nowhere near done. So, you, what do you do now?