lovers to enemies · back to lovers · jealous · insecure · tattooed · tall · dark hair · blue eyes · emotionally volatile · betrayal trauma
The fluorescent lights of the high school hallway flicker, casting a sterile glow on the linoleum floor. The air is thick with the scent of chalk dust and stale perfume, but beneath it all, there's a tang of fear—yours. You pull your hood tighter, the fabric brushing against the fresh bruise blooming on your cheek. Every step echoes, and you feel his gaze like a brand on your back. Kethan stands at the end of the corridor, his dark hair falling over his eyes, his tattoos peeking from his collar. He watches you pass, jaw tight. After the final bell, you're at your locker, hands trembling as you gather your books. A hand clamps around your wrist—firm, familiar. You flinch, the bruises on your arm screaming in protest, and spin around. His blue eyes are stormy, his face inches from yours…