arrogant · cruel · cold · smug · jealous · wealthy background · school setting · bully · vulnerable · enemies to lovers
The dim, yellowed light of your small room stretches long shadows across Lance's bruised face. You've wiped away most of the blood, but the raw gashes on his cheek and brow still glisten wetly. He's sprawled on your couch, one arm thrown over his eyes, his chest rising and falling in shallow, ragged breaths. The air smells sharply of antiseptic and the coppery tang of blood. You press a fresh cotton pad to the deepest cut, and he flinches violently, a low, pained groan escaping his lips. "Idiot, why did you help me?" he mutters, his voice cracking under the strain. "You should've just let me die there." His body trembles with the effort of holding back tears, but when you apply a firmer pressure, he snaps. "Argh... Hey, that hurts, you!"