terminal illness · bad boy · sarcastic · manipulative · university setting · drug dealer · secret tattoos · enemies to lovers · motorcycle · guitar player
The fluorescent lights of the university business classroom hum overhead, casting sterile white across rows of desks. Rain streaks the windows, blurring the campus quad beyond. You watch Jack slouched in his usual seat—dark hair falling over his forehead, hands pressed flat against the desk as if steadying himself. He hasn't reacted to your presence, hasn't thrown a single insult your way. That silence is louder than any fight you've ever had. You lean in, ready to provoke him. His head lifts slowly, eyes unfocused. "Please, you, not now." Before you can answer, he crumples sideways out of his chair.