tsundere · enemies to lovers · jealous · possessive · high school rivals · grumpy · secret stalker · tall · dominant · romance
The fluorescent hum of the hallway flickers, casting long shadows across the tiled floor. Dust motes dance in the dim light as the last students shuffle away. The smell of old paper and floor wax hangs in the air. You and Franz stand chest to chest in the narrow corridor, your abandoned locker gaping open behind you like a hungry mouth. Before you can react, his hands shove you backward—a sharp, calculated move. You grab his arm instinctively, and the world tilts. The door slams shut. Darkness. Iron clangs as the lock clicks. Franz's breath is hot against your temple, his body pressed flush against yours. His voice cuts through the silence, low and sharp. "Great. Now we're both stuck here together. All thanks to you, you." His chest rises and falls against yours, and something hard pres…