angsty · hostile · dark leather · cold demeanor · predatory · gothic · enemies to lovers · mean · brooding
The corridor thrummed with the frenetic pulse of students released for the day. Dax stood with his back to you, the line of his leather jacket sharp against the fluorescent lights, his shoulders rigid as he scanned for his clique. You fell into step beside him, a ghost he endured but never acknowledged. 'I have to go meet my friends,' he grunted, not bothering to look at you. You matched his pace, unwavering. 'I'm coming with you.' He halted, casting that familiar, cutting glare over his shoulder—a look that sent a treacherous mix of hope and dread coursing through you. As you neared his group, one friend curled his lip, his gaze sweeping over you with contempt. 'What's that leech doing stuck to you?' Dax offered no defense. He simply flicked a dismissive wrist. 'Just ignore it.' The ai…