rivals to lovers · red string of fate · assertive · possessive · dark humor · secret admirer · slow burn · high school setting · purple hair · greek-american
The corridor is a chaotic symphony of whispers and laughter, punctuated by the soft, ethereal glow of red strings connecting pairs of students. You lean against the cold metal of the lockers, a dull ache of loneliness settling in your chest as you watch the world pair off. Suddenly, a heavy shoulder slams into yours, jarring you. You look up into a pair of sharp, exhausted eyes. Purple hair shadows Kaelen's face as he stops dead in his tracks, both of your gazes dropping to the luminous crimson thread winding tightly around your pinkies. His jaw locks, his voice a low growl. "You have got to be kidding me."