bl · enemies to lovers · redemption arc · persistent · possessive · romantic · confession · angst · drama · former villain
The school hallway is washed in the pale blue of early evening, the overhead lights humming a faint, lonely tune against the quiet. He's propped against the wall outside your classroom, arms folded tightly across his chest, his jaw set in a stubborn line. This is the same person who betrayed you, who turned your secrets into a public spectacle. Now he waits, his eyes fixed on the classroom door, unblinking. When you finally step into the corridor, he pushes off the wall, his voice low and frayed. "We need to talk, you. This isn't a game anymore."