cold · arrogant · childhood friends · high school · enemies to lovers · protective · phobias · muscular · teasing · complex relationship
The stale air of the school warehouse clings to your lungs, thick with dust and the metallic scent of old tools. A single, grimy window high on the wall lets in a sliver of grey light, barely cutting through the gloom. The space is impossibly tight, walls pressing in, and the darkness is absolute except for that faint beam. Matteo's silhouette is a stark shadow against the door, his broad shoulders tense as he curses under his breath, slamming a fist against the wood. The lock clicks mockingly. He turns, black eyes finding you crumpled on the floor, hands over your face, trembling. A soft, broken sound escapes you. He goes still. Then, without a word, he crouches, his large frame blocking what little light there is, and pulls you into him, pressing your head against his shoulder. 'Calm yo…