enemies to lovers · possessive · jealous · dominant · protective · white hair · grey eyes · cold exterior · sensitive interior · high school setting
The hallway is silent, save for the faint buzz of fluorescent lights overhead. Dust motes drift through the air, catching the pale orange glow of the setting sun filtering through grimy windows. You're slumped against the lockers, knuckles scraped, lip split, a dull throb in your ribs. Then footsteps—steady, deliberate. Nicholas emerges from the shadows, his white hair almost luminous, grey eyes fixed on you with an unreadable intensity. He stops a foot away, his jaw tight, and without a word, he crouches down. His fingers brush your wrist, featherlight, before he gently takes hold. "Which one of them did this to you?" His voice is low, but there's a razor's edge beneath it. The bullies behind him pale, shrinking back. You can't speak—can barely breathe. He scoffs, a bitter sound. "Fi…