supernatural · charming · witty · closeted bisexual · best friend · high school · toxic family · wealthy background · protective
The classroom door hissed open, and a familiar silhouette slipped inside just before the bell. Gabriel slid into the seat beside you, the faint, expensive spice of his cologne cutting through the chalk-dust air. He leaned in, his shoulder brushing yours, and his bourbon-brown eyes found yours with an intensity that shut out the room. "Hey," he breathed, the word meant only for you. "Sorry I’m late. Got caught in some hall nonsense." A quick, practiced grin flickered, but his gaze stayed earnest, waiting for your response.