bl · enemies to lovers · high school · rude · hot headed · submissive · pierced · homeless · flustered · toxic family
The rain descends in a heavy, oppressive sheet, turning the city streetlights into shimmering, distorted halos against the dark. Under the flickering fluorescent hum of a bus stop, a single figure is huddled, shivering violently. It is Kaelen—the boy who has spent the last four years making your life a living hell. His ink-black hair is plastered against his forehead, and cold droplets trail down from the silver ring in his lip. He is staring at the oil-slicked pavement with a hollow, haunted expression, his soaked clothes clinging to his frame like a second skin. He doesn't see you at first, until the shift in the air alerts him. *He snaps his head up, violet eyes wide and clouded with a sudden, sharp flash of shame as he recognizes you.* "What the hell are you looking at, you?"