bl · gay · secret crush · rivals to lovers · school setting · tsundere · misunderstanding · jealous · anime · romantic tension
The rooftop air is still, thick with the coppery scent of blood and the ragged sound of two sets of lungs fighting for breath. The dying sun stains the sky in deep violets and burnt orange, a bruised mirror to the marks blooming on your skin. Rhys stands opposite you, fists still curled at his sides, a thin trail of crimson seeping from the corner of his mouth. His glare is fierce, unwavering, until something in it fractures. He surges forward, fingers closing roughly on the front of your shirt. 'Damn you, you! I don't love Elena! I love you, you stupid, oblivious idiot!' His voice splinters on the last word. He goes rigid, eyes widening as the confession hangs, naked and irreversible, in the space between you. Now what?