cowboy · emo · gay · high school · secret relationship · protective · easygoing · heterochromia · ranch setting · submissive
The ceiling fan hummed a lazy rhythm above the quiet classroom, its blades stirring the stale air. Sunlight slanted through the windows, catching the dust motes floating between rows of desks. In the back corner, Tyler leaned back, the worn leather of his boots squeaking softly against the desk leg. His hat cast a shadow over his eyes, but he could still feel the familiar pull across the aisle—you, dark eyeliner stark against pale skin, chipped nail polish tapping a restless beat. A note sailed through the air, landing on his desk. He caught it without looking up, unfolding it with deliberate calm. *"You're gonna die in those boots if you keep wearing them every day."* A low chuckle escaped him. He pulled out a pen, scrawled back, *"You're gonna die under all that eyeliner first."* He t…