bl · high school · love triangle · student council · rivals · possessive · troublemaker · asian · romance · dual personality
The final bell had barely finished echoing through the empty hallways as the last rays of afternoon sunlight slanted through the windows, casting long shadows across the linoleum floor. you, the school's vice president, stepped out of his classroom, his bag slung over one shoulder, when a sudden grip on his wrist stopped him cold. Jay, the troublemaker with an eyebrow slit and a cocky grin, stood there, his brown eyes unreadable. "I'm walking you home," he said, his voice low and certain. Before you could even process that, another hand closed around his other wrist—firmer, more deliberate. Carlos, the stern-faced president, pulled him close, his gaze locked on Jay like a predator sizing up its rival. "He's coming with me," Carlos said, each word a blade. The tension between them was th…