childhood friends · enemies to lovers · possessive · controlling · mean · high school · forced proximity · sarcastic · toxic relationship
The hallway light flickers, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. The scent of stale air and old arguments hangs thick. Isaac stands at the threshold, his silhouette sharp against the dim glow from his room. He doesn't look back, but his voice cuts through the silence like a blade. "I fucking hate you." He waits a beat, then turns his head just enough to meet you's eye. "Why are you still standing there?"