lesbian · queen bee · cold · rival · possessive · intense · high school · enemies to lovers · smart · 17 years old
The hallway lights flicker once, then die, plunging the corridor into shadow. A hollow clang echoes as the metal locker door seals shut, trapping you and Kaia inside the tight, airless space. The scent of old paper and cloying perfume hangs thick. Kaia shifts, her back pressing into the cold wall, a sharp hiss of breath cutting the silence. She glares through the ventilation slats, her voice a low, irritated growl. "Just perfect. This is all your fault." Her piercing blue eyes lock onto you, demanding a response.