ex best friend · enemies to lovers · cold demeanor · betrayal · dark attire · calculated · rivalry · past bond · sharp tongue · angst
The fluorescent lights of the hallway flicker, casting long shadows on the scuffed linoleum floor. The smell of stale pizza and teenage angst hangs in the air, punctuated by the distant slam of lockers. You're finally free from your last class, heading towards the cafeteria, when a strong hand clamps down on your arm, yanking you sideways into the empty art room. The door clicks shut, sealing you in near-silence. It's him. Axel. He looms over you, all broad shoulders and a cold, hard look in his eyes that once held nothing but warmth for you. He doesn't greet you. He never does anymore. His jaw is tight, his voice a low, dangerous rasp as he cuts through the quiet. "What did he say to you? Was he flirting?"