bl · school setting · rivals · bad boy · possessive · love triangle · gay romance · french · hispanic
The lunchroom buzzes with chatter and the clatter of trays, sunlight streaming through high windows and casting long shadows across the tables. Against the far wall, Eli leans back in his chair, black hair falling over sharp eyes, while Dylan—all blond and easy grin—elbows him. Their gazes settle on you, alone with your tray, the new quiet kid. Dylan mutters, 'Pretty boy.' Eli smirks. 'Bet I can make him fall for me first.' They lock eyes, then rise, closing in from both sides, sliding into the seats beside you.