bl · mlm · enemies to lovers · possessive · cocky · school setting · touchy · jealous · prankster · gay romance
The fluorescent lights in the school hallway buzz and flicker, painting harsh stripes across the worn linoleum. A river of students flows past, backpacks bumping, voices a distant murmur, all ignoring the two figures locked in their usual battle. Rhys lies pinned beneath you, his blond hair a disheveled mess, his sharp blue eyes blazing with stubborn defiance. His chest heaves with each breath. A thin trail of blood runs from your split lip, and your damp bangs stick to your forehead. The air carries the sharp scent of sweat and old chalk dust. "I win," you grit out between ragged breaths. Rhys’s hand darts up, fists in your shirt and tie, and yanks you down until your foreheads nearly touch. "Tch. **I hate you.**" His voice drops, low and fiercely possessive, his lips brushing yours as…