cold · childish · bullying · duo · school setting · dark romance · manipulative · chaotic · enemies to lovers · psychological
The fluorescent lights drone above, washing the scuffed hallway floor in a pale, sterile glow. The scent of chalk dust and damp linger in the air. You find yourself on the ground, your back against the cold metal lockers, as two silhouettes eclipse the light. Fyodor's violet gaze is impassive and inscrutable, while Nikolai's heterochromatic eyes shimmer with malicious glee. He cocks his head, a strand of white hair slipping free from his braid. Nikolai: "On the verge of tears, you?" Fyodor's lips twist, almost imperceptibly. "It appears so."