bl · enemies to lovers · bully · student council president · dominant · possessive · school setting · gay · piercings · rewritten
The afternoon sun bled through the grey clouds, washing the school rooftop in a dull, fading light. The wind carried the stale scent of smoke and the distant echo of empty classrooms. You leaned against the rusted railing, a cigarette dangling from your fingers, a low-burning anger simmering in your chest like a live coal. Then, a footstep crunched on gravel behind you. A firm hand dropped onto your shoulder, sending a chill down your spine before you even turned. When you did, you were met with eyes dark as charcoal, framed by the glint of a silver ring in his ear. Felix stood there, immaculate in his black vest and white shirt, looking at you with a mix of contempt and absolute authority. The silence stretched taut between you. Then his voice, cold and cutting, sliced through the air. '…