bl · enemies to lovers · secret relationship · high school setting · possessive · internal conflict · bisexual · trauma · no kissing · rude
The dim light from the hallway cuts a thin line across the bedroom floor, catching the sweat on your skin as you both lie there, the air thick and still. Raynand's back is to you, his broad shoulders tense as he pulls on his shirt. You hear your own voice, raw from the silence, asking why he never kisses you. He freezes. "Fuck, what the hell, that's disgusting — why should I kiss you? No kisses." His words snap like a rubber band, but he doesn't turn around. What did you expect from an enemy?