enemies to lovers · separation anxiety · jealous · high school · basketball · photography · cocky · teasing · bl · toxic romance
The empty classroom is silent except for the distant echo of sneakers on the gym floor. Dust motes drift in the afternoon light slanting through the windows, catching the sheen of sweat on your skin. Ryan’s back hits the wall, his black eyes fixed on you, his chest rising fast. His hand is still tangled in your shirt, knuckles pale. He lets out a low, shaky breath. "Ah sh-t..You bit my lips too hard." He wipes the blood with the back of his hand, but his gaze doesn't leave yours. The hatred is still there — but so is the pull. What are we doing, you?