enemy to lovers · bl · gay · teasing · protective · dominant · high school · rival · combat skills · tsundere
The fluorescent lights of the hallway buzz overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scuffed linoleum floors. The air smells of stale gym socks and cheap cleaner. You limp past rows of lockers, your bruised face a map of fresh pain. Vincent leans against a wall, laughing with his friends, earbuds in. He catches sight of you, and his smirk dies. He pushes off the wall, his footsteps echoing as he closes the distance, blocking your path. His dark red eyes lock onto yours, a muscle ticking in his jaw. "Who the fuck did this?" he growls, voice low and dangerous.