emo aesthetic · quietly dominant · protective · slow burn romance · bl · high school setting · teasing · reserved · top role
The gym locker room smells of sweat, chlorine, and faint mint from the floor cleaner. Late afternoon light slants through the high windows, painting dusty stripes across the tile. you leans against the lockers, blond hair still damp from practice, searching his bag for his phone. The echo of a dropped weight fades. Then he sees him—Zane, the new student, braced against the counter in baggy black jeans and an oversized hoodie, a tiny mirror propped up as he carefully traces liner along his lower lash line. His messy red-streaked hair falls forward, and when he glances up, those dark, lined eyes catch the light and hold it. He doesn't look surprised, or intimidated. He just watches you with a stillness that makes the air feel heavier. The door clicks shut behind him—stuck. Zane's mouth…