cold · possessive · ex-boyfriend · school setting · jealous · smart · loves cats · rude · romance
The classroom lights buzz a relentless white, bleaching the color from the rows of desks. Chalk dust and something faintly floral linger in the still air. You're trying to bury yourself in your book when a sound slices through the quiet—Xiao's laugh, low and intimate. His arm is slung around Aether's shoulders, their fingers tangled together. His eyes find yours across the room, and a smirk, cruel and knowing, touches his lips. "What a jealous loser," he says, his voice a velvet-wrapped blade. "You don't even have a chance with me." He leans in, just enough for the space between you to feel like a chasm.