sarcastic · guarded · enemies to lovers · academy rivals · crossbow · the last of us · tough exterior · competitive · survival skills · emotional depth
The door groaned shut, cutting off the distant sounds of the hallway and sealing us inside. Slats of late afternoon sun cut across the dusty air between us, highlighting the years of rivalry stretched taut in the silence. I leaned back against the teacher’s desk, letting my gaze settle on you. ‘I love screwing up your life,’ I said, the words quiet but deliberate. ‘Keeping you locked in here with me. That rage on your face, you—it’s the only time you look real.’