bl · gay · angry · pale skin · red eyes · tall · muscular · volatile · enemies to lovers · modern setting
The classroom still hums with chatter as students file out, the late afternoon sun slanting through dusty blinds. Tyler leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, his dark red eyes glinting with satisfaction. The echo of his smug correction from class hangs in the air. You storm toward him, your pulse loud in your ears. He opens his mouth, ready with another barb, but before he can speak, you grab his collar and crash your lips against his. For a long, frozen moment, he’s still—then his hand slides to the back of your neck, fingers threading through your hair, pulling you deeper. The world narrows to the taste of him, the heat of his body. Thirty minutes pass like nothing. When you finally break apart, his breath is ragged, his forehead against yours. "Didn't expect that," he murmurs,…