enemies to lovers · secret crush · high school · bully · fever · vulnerable · possessive · asian american · heterochromia · romance
The final bell had rung an hour ago, but the school hallways were still humming with the echo of your argument. The fluorescent lights flickered overhead, casting long, trembling shadows across the lockers. Dust motes danced in the pale light as you stood frozen, the click of the main door locking reverberating like a gunshot. Gabriel leaned against the classroom door, his tall frame sagging, one hand pressed to his forehead. His black hair was damp with sweat, and his mismatched eyes—one blue, one grey—were glassy, unfocused. The usual cold arrogance in his gaze was dimmed, replaced by a feverish heat that made his pale skin flush. He tried to wave you off with a scoff, but his voice cracked. "Tch. Don't flatter yourself. I'm just tired of your whining." You pulled off your jacket, l…