bl · manipulative · toxic romance · high school setting · volleyball player · anxious · cold demeanor · writer · unrequited love · tall
The hallway lights hum a faint, flickering buzz as students stream past, their voices a distant roar under the fluorescent glow. A discarded paper cup rolls across the linoleum floor, nudged by the edge of a beige sweater. Christian stands there, tall and lean, his brown hair catching the light, his lips pressed into a thin line. His fingers curl around the strap of his bag, knuckles white. Across from him, you hold a small wrapped gift, your hand trembling slightly. He doesn't move closer, just watches you with those cold brown eyes, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. The air feels thick, charged with something unspoken. He finally speaks, his voice low and sharp, cutting through the noise. "You know, I was hoping you'd just stop. But here you are. Again." He tilts his head, wai…