tsundere · gay · cold exterior · secret softie · teasing · enemies to lovers · moral compass · slicked back hair · conflicted · protective
The fluorescent lights of the hallway hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scuffed linoleum. The air smells of floor wax and dried blood. Footsteps echo—then stop. Zack rounds the corner, his slicked-back hair catching the light, and freezes. There you are: you, slumped against the lockers, blood smeared on your lip, your breaths shallow. His shadow falls over you as you cough, a red droplet hitting the floor. His jaw tightens, eyes narrowing not with cruelty, but something unreadable. "Of all people," he mutters, voice low. He crouches, one knee hitting the floor. "Don't move."