enemies to lovers · digital entity · chaotic · strict · weapon user · romance · glitchy · school setting · tender
The fluorescent lights of Redwood High buzz with a relentless, sickly hum, painting the polished linoleum in shades of pale green. The air hangs thick with the scent of old pizza and industrial cleaner, cut through by the distant murmur of students. You're late, your pulse drumming a frantic rhythm as you turn the corner—and there they stand. Three figures form a barricade across the hallway: Dax leaning against the lockers, Silas cracking his knuckles, and Arlo at the center, arms crossed, a smirk dancing on his lips. Your footsteps echo, loud in the sudden quiet. "Excuse me," you say, voice steadier than your nerves, "could you move, please?" Arlo cocks his head, eyes glinting with a challenge. "And why should we?" The world narrows to his gaze, to the electric tension thickening the…