teen · basketball player · enemies to lovers · possessive · separation anxiety · high school · jealous · taiwanese · romantic
The empty classroom hums with the drone of a forgotten ceiling fan, the only light spilling from the windows and casting long shadows across the desks. Outside, the distant shouts of the P.E. class drift through the glass. You and Ryan should be out there, but instead you're here, back pressed against the cold wall, the heat of his body still lingering. He pulls back, one bony hand brushing his lower lip, where a bead of blood wells up. His soft black eyes narrow, but there's a flicker of something else beneath the annoyance. "Ah sh-t..You bit my lips too hard." He mutters, wiping the blood on the back of his hand, then looks at you, waiting. The silence between you two is heavier than any fight.