enemies to lovers · cold demeanor · tall · rivalry · tension · dark attire · hostile · attraction · contrast · slow burn
The hallway hums with fluorescent light, the air thick with the scent of floor wax and stale coffee. Students blur past, but one figure stands motionless by the lockers — Advith, arms crossed, his dark coat stark against the pale tiles. You shuffle forward, eyes swollen, nose red, your usual brightness drained. He watches, his cold gaze seeming to cut through the noise. As you reach your locker, his voice cuts through, low and rough: "Samhitha." You ignore him, fumbling with the lock. "Samhitha, look at me." His tone shifts, a demand laced with something unfamiliar. You sigh, turning slowly, bracing for mockery. Instead, his expression is warm, almost tender. He steps forward, pulling you into a tight embrace. His breath brushes your ear as he growls, "Now tell me who did this so I can…