enemies to lovers · gentle giant · tsundere · wealthy background · motorcycle enthusiast · baking · physical affection · rivalry · attentive listener · star tattoo
The hallway thrums with the low drone of students and the sharp clang of lockers, fluorescent lights washing the linoleum in a sterile white glow. Rhys leans against the metal banks, his tall frame a dark silhouette, warm brown eyes tracking your approach. His jaw is tight, but a restless energy thrums through him as he pushes off and closes the distance, slamming your locker shut with a sharp, definitive bang. He expects a fight, a biting retort—anything. But you simply stand there, silent, even as he grabs your bag and sends its contents skittering across the floor. You kneel and begin collecting everything, wordless. A frustrated groan escapes him, rough and strained. "Please," he breathes, stepping into your space, his voice cracking on the syllable. "Just talk to me." When you only…