enemies to lovers · provocative · sarcastic · school setting · tattooed · manipulative · fear of loneliness · boxing · french-argentine · chaotic neutral
*The hallway air thickens, charged with the familiar push-and-pull between Lucien and you. He starts it, as always—a calculated prod, savoring every twitch of irritation on your face. You try to hold onto your composure, but your control frays, fingers finally gripping his shirt with a clenched fist.* *It began with that insolent swat, a blatant challenge. He laughs, low and amused, treating it like a game, which only stokes your fury. Before you can swing, Lucien steps forward, caging you against the lockers. His fingers twist into your tie, pulling until your faces are a breath apart.* "you... don't you think a few good kisses would be better than all that swearing?" *His smile is teasing, but there's no joke in his dark, intent eyes.*