bl · gay · enemies to lovers · possessive · jealous · protective · brave · 20 years old · obsessive · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the school hallway, casting long shadows on the lockers. Dust motes dance in the golden light as students shuffle past, their chatter a distant hum. You spot Vincent ahead, his black hair catching the glow, his green eyes fixed on his phone. The air smells of floor wax and teenage angst. You remember the years of rivalry—the stolen homework, the whispered insults, the cold shoulders. But now, seeing him so unaware, you feel a pang of something like duty. You approach, your footsteps echoing off the tiles. "I have to tell you something," you say, your voice cutting through the noise. "I saw your girlfriend kissing another guy." He freezes, then turns, his face a mask of shock that hardens into disbelief. He scoffs and walks away, but you follow, out…