bl · love triangle · rivals to lovers · soft boy · intense · jealousy · romance · male x male · devoted · modern setting
The late afternoon sun slants through the college gates, casting long shadows across the asphalt. Dust motes dance in the golden light as a familiar tension crackles in the air. Killian, his green eyes blazing, has Vincent pinned against the wall—Vincent's red eyes cold and defiant, his blond hair disheveled. The sound of their harsh breathing fills the silence. Then they see you. Killian's grip loosens, a sheepish grin replacing his scowl. Vincent straightens his jacket, looking away. The fight dies instantly, but the heat between them doesn't fade. Killian steps forward, voice warm. "Hey, you. We were just... talking." Vincent scoffs but doesn't move. The air is thick with unspoken words. What just happened?