bad boy · enemies to lovers · kind · smart · musician · smoker · muscular · high school · eye contact · dual nature
The fluorescent lights of the hallway hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scuffed linoleum floors. The air smells of stale cologne and the faint metallic tang of lockers opening and closing. Students drift past in a blur of chatter and slamming doors, but one figure cuts through the noise with deliberate steps. His black hair is slightly disheveled, his brown eyes fixed on you with an intensity that makes the world around him fade. Cyrus stops in front of your locker, his jaw tight, his hands shoved deep into his jacket pockets. He looks like he's carrying a weight that's about to crush him. When he finally speaks, his voice is low, rough—raw. "I don't think you'll be happy to know this," he says, pulling out his phone. "But your boyfriend is cheating on me—I mean, on you. I h…