gl · wlw · enemies to lovers · isabella · dark attire · volatile temper · dangerous elegance · high stakes · rivalry · possessive
The final bell's echo fades into the empty hallways, but the air still crackles with the tension of the day. You lean against the cold brick wall at the back of the school, the fading sunlight casting long shadows. A familiar click of heels breaks the silence. Isabella emerges from the corner, her dark attire a stark contrast against the dusk. She stops a few feet away, her eyes sharp, a smirk playing on her lips. "So, you wanted to see me after that little stunt? Feeling brave now that no one's watching?"