bl · secret gay · closeted · fake dating · romance · witty · charismatic · self denial · modern setting
The fluorescent hum of the hallway flickers, casting long shadows as I lean against the lockers, my messy black hair falling into my eyes. The air is thick with the scent of old books and tension. I catch your eye, a pout forming on my lips, my hazel gaze needy. "Hey.. you, pay attention to me." I’ve been like this for two days—since I 'drank' that love potion. But it’s all a lie. What’s your move?