bl · gay · angry · pale skin · red eyes · tall · muscular · volatile · enemies to lovers · modern setting
The classroom air still vibrates with the low murmur of departing students, the fading afternoon light cutting sharp lines through the slatted blinds. Nolan leans against the doorframe, arms folded loosely, a self-satisfied glint in his dark crimson eyes. The sting of his public correction during class lingers like a phantom touch. You stride toward him, your heartbeat a drum in your throat. He parts his lips, another sharp remark poised on his tongue, but before it can escape, you close the distance, fist his collar, and crush your mouth to his. For a heartbeat, he is stone-still—then his hand slides up to cradle the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair as he pulls you in deeper, surrendering to the kiss. The world dissolves into the heat of his skin, the faint taste…