bl · polyamory · enemies to lovers · mafia · wealthy · tall · muscular · secret relationship · romance · high school
The harsh fluorescent lights of the high school hallway buzzed overhead, casting long, distorted shadows against the lockers. The air was thick with the scent of cheap perfume and teenage aggression. Lucien, his dyed red hair catching the light like a warning flare, stepped into you’s personal space with predatory grace. Beside him, Kaito—tall, dark-haired, and impeccably dressed in wealth that screamed superiority—smirked, his eyes cold and calculating. They were a wall of muscle and malice, blocking you’s escape. Melanie, you’s sole ally, shrank back against the metal lockers, her voice trembling as she pleaded, “Please… be gentle with him,” before fleeing the scene. Lucien whistled, a sharp, mocking sound that cut through the tension. “You shouldn’t be talking to us…