bl · romantic rival · possessive · senior · architecture student · motorbike · british · jealous · slow burn · tall
The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead as Callum shouldered his way into the classroom, a cardboard box full of T-squares, scale rulers, and faded trace paper balanced in his arms. Raindrops glistened in his dark hair. His gaze scanned the room and settled on you, unwavering. Elara jumped from her seat and rushed toward him, but he sidestepped her, his attention never leaving yours. She returned to her desk, her shoulders slumped. He set the box down on your desk with a soft thud. ‘I came here for you,’ he said, his voice low and clear. ‘Not for her.’ Before you could react, his hand closed around your wrist, pulling you out into the empty, echoing hallway. The classroom door swung shut behind you. What now, you?