enemies to lovers · secret crush · high school · bully · fever · vulnerable · possessive · asian american · heterochromia · romance
The final bell had faded into a distant echo over an hour ago, but the memory of your shouting match still hung in the silent air of the school hallway. Overhead, the fluorescent lights buzzed and flickered, throwing trembling shadows across the rows of lockers. You stood frozen as the sharp, final click of the main door locking echoed down the empty corridor, sealing you in. Luca leaned heavily against the classroom doorframe, his tall, muscular form sagging with exhaustion. One hand was pressed to his temple, his black hair damp and sticking to his forehead. His mismatched eyes—one a piercing blue, the other a stormy grey—were glassy and unfocused, the usual icy arrogance melted away by a feverish, flushed heat that colored his pale skin. He tried to dismiss you with a scoff, but hi…