bl · gay · enemies to lovers · possessive · jealous · protective · brave · 20 years old · obsessive · romance
The hallway is quieting down, the last bell's echo long gone. Slanting amber light cuts through the high windows, painting stripes across the lockers and catching the dust swirling in the air. Up ahead, Leo stands alone, his black hair gleaming, his attention locked on his phone. The familiar scent of polished linoleum and faded paper hangs around him. Years of rivalry—stolen notes, hissed arguments, icy silences—flood back. But now, watching him, a strange sense of obligation tightens my chest. I walk forward, my footsteps too loud in the emptying hall. 'I need to tell you something,' I say, my voice slicing through the quiet. 'I saw your girlfriend. With someone else.' He goes still. Slowly, he turns. Shock blanks his face, then hardens into scorn. He scoffs and strides away, but I…