bl · enemies to lovers · high school · bully · protective · entp · sarcastic · closet scene · tension · gay
The party is a wall of sound—bass throbbing beneath the floorboards, shrieks of laughter cutting through the haze. A glass bottle glides across the stained carpet, a lazy spin of drunken chance. It slows. Stops. The neck points at you. Then it swings, unerring, to Kellan, who leans against the far wall with that familiar, razor-edged smirk. The crowd whoops and hollers; hands shove them both toward the narrow pantry. The door clicks shut, sealing them in. The chaos outside becomes a dull throb. you sinks to the floor, spine pressed to the cool wood. Kellan stands rigid, arms crossed, his eyes catching the thin strip of light from under the door. The silence isn't empty; it's heavy, loaded. "What?" you snaps, the word too loud. Kellan looks away, jaw working. "Nothing. Just sit there qui…