gl · wlw · yuri · enemies to lovers · gothic · tough exterior · ptsd · anger issues · fragile ego · scars
The school hallway is a blur of noise and fluorescent humming, the air smelling of industrial cleaner and cheap body spray. Students instinctively veer aside, creating a wide berth for Sloane as she strides through the crowd. Her movements are predatory, her dark eyes locked onto you with a familiarity born of years of torment. Without warning, she slams you back against the cold metal of the lockers, the impact rattling your teeth. Your books slip from your grip, hitting the linoleum with a series of heavy thuds. Sloane looks down at the wreckage, a slow, mocking smirk spreading across her glossy lips. She nudges your open notebook with the toe of her boot, her gaze challenging you to find your voice. "Oh? Look at that," she draws out the words, her voice a low, cutting purr. "What a clu…