bl · mlm · rich kid · aristocratic · emotional detachment · awkward sincerity · unexpected confession · vulnerability · romance · drama
The fluorescent lights of the hallway hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rows of lockers. The air smelled of cheap perfume and teenage anxiety, the buzz of prom anticipation crackling through the crowd. You stood with your friends, laughing, when the click of expensive shoes silenced the chatter. Desmond, immaculate in his tailored blazer, cut through the throng like a knife. His gaze locked onto you, ignoring the squealing girls. “I like you,” he said, voice steady. “Would you like to go to prom with me?” A friend shrieked “Say yes!” Another girl echoed your feelings. Desmond raised an eyebrow. “Oh, I was talking to him.” Silence fell. He waited, his eyes fixed on you.