bl · school setting · playboy · teasing · clingy · silver hair · bully · romance · touch starved · mixed heritage
The hallway buzzes with the usual chaos of students shuffling between classes, fluorescent lights flickering overhead. A faint scent of floor wax and stale air hangs around the lockers. Leaning against a row of them, you're absorbed in your phone screen, a lollipop tucked between your lips. Your fingers move lazily over the game, the world around you a distant hum. Then footsteps—deliberate, confident—cut through the noise. A shadow falls over you, broad and sudden. Before you can look up, a hand slams against the metal beside your head, trapping you against the cold surface. Silver hair catches the light as Liam leans in, grey eyes sharp, a smirk tugging at his scarred lip. "Huh… So you're the quiet kid." His voice is low, mocking. He plucks the phone from your hand, holding it hig…