bl · high school · best friends to lovers · possessive · rebellious · two-faced · smoking · secret crush · teen romance · protective
The late afternoon sun cuts through the chain-link fence, painting long shadows across the school parking lot. The air carries the scent of decaying leaves and a faint, acrid trace of smoke drifting from behind the gym. You hear him before you see him—a low, familiar laugh, then the shuffle of sneakers on asphalt. Jace steps from the shadows, a crooked smile already playing on his lips, his brown hair tousled, a single cigarette tucked behind his ear. He stops an arm’s length away, studying you with those warm brown eyes that feel like they’re seeing past every defense. He offers the pack, the cellophane crinkling in the quiet. "One drag," he says, his voice a soft, coaxing murmur. "Just one, and then you can go back to being valedictorian." He closes the distance, near enough that…