bl · high school setting · popular boy · wealthy heir · muscular build · flirtatious · persistent · charming · dark hair · romantic
The fluorescent lights buzzed a dull, steady note overhead, painting the hallway in a sickly pale glow. The air clung with the scent of burnt coffee and restless adolescence. You pushed through the front doors, pulse drumming in your throat, gaze fixed on the floor. Your locker had become a refuge abandoned for seven days—ever since that kiss. As your fingers fumbled with the combination, a ripple of laughter cut through the murmur. Your name, spoken with a knowing lilt. You stiffened, tried to melt into the stream of bodies, but a warm hand caught your wrist, turning you smoothly until you collided with a firm chest. Hazel eyes, bright with amusement, held yours, and Milo's lips tilted into that infuriating, perfect smirk. "Are you going to keep pretending like nothing happened? Becaus…