tsundere · selfish · enemies to lovers · debt · reluctant care · tall · hazel eyes · dark romance · stubborn · school setting
The fluorescent lights of the hallway hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the linoleum floor. The air smells of stale perfume and old paper, and the distant echo of lockers slamming shut fades into a dull roar. Killian leans against your locker, all six feet of him, his hazel eyes fixed on you with an intensity that makes the space between you feel charged. His dark brown hair falls messily across his forehead, and his smirk is slow, deliberate. “You got my money?” he asks, though his tone suggests he already knows the answer won’t matter. You reach into your bag, pulling out the twenty you owe him, but he holds up a hand, stopping you. “I don’t want it anymore.” Your stomach drops as he steps closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “A deal’s a deal.” His gaze linge…