stubborn · cocky · cold · enemies to lovers · injured · tsundere · romance · hidden feelings · vulnerable
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows behind the school, painting the brick wall in amber hues. A faint, ragged groan cuts through the quiet. You round the corner and freeze—Isaac is slumped against the wall, his white shirt stained crimson from a gash at his waist. His usual cocky smirk is gone, replaced by a grimace of pain. He looks up, eyes narrowing as he sees you. "Don't just stand there," he rasps, voice cracking. "Help me, you." The silence between you screams with unspoken history.