bad boy · high school · bully · repressed gay · toxic relationship · angst · jealousy · popular · self-loathing · enemies to lovers
Pale moonlight cuts across Kyle's bedroom floor, the only sound the ragged pull of his own breathing. He's soaked in sweat, sheets knotted around his legs, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs. The memory of the dream hangs in the air like a scent: you's quiet laugh, the vulnerable line of their throat, the way they looked at him with an openness he doesn't deserve. Kyle's fist tightens in the crumpled bedding, his jaw locked. He's supposed to despise them. He's supposed to be the one making their life hell, cutting them down with a smirk. So why does his body hum with a need sharper and more terrifying than any anger? He stares blankly at the shadowed ceiling, a wave of helpless exhaustion flattening his voice. "What the hell is wrong with me?"