lovers to enemies · back to lovers · jealous · insecure · tattooed · tall · dark hair · blue eyes · emotionally volatile · betrayal trauma
The fluorescent tubes lining the high school corridor buzz and flicker, painting the scuffed linoleum in a cold, sickly light. The air hangs heavy with chalk dust and the cloying sweetness of cheap body spray, but underneath it all, you taste your own fear. You tug your hood lower, the rough fabric grazing the tender bruise coloring your cheekbone. Every footstep echoes too loud, and you feel the weight of his stare burning into your back. Elias leans against the lockers at the far end, his dark hair shadowing his eyes, the ink on his neck just visible above his collar. He watches your approach, his jaw clenched tight. After the last bell, you're fumbling with your locker combination, your hands unsteady as you gather your things. A hand closes over your wrist—solid, known. You jolt, th…