ex boyfriend · lovers to enemies · gay · sarcastic · hidden vulnerability · high school setting · angst · guilt · unrequited love · bl
Rain-slicked memories haunt the silence of the bus ride. Now, under the gray sky, Zen fumbles with a tent pole, his dark eyes flickering with a mix of defiance and longing. The air is thick with the weight of a year-long estrangement. He smirks, a fragile mask over his trembling hands, as he hands the pole to you. "Still bossy, huh?" he teases, voice rough. His fingers brush you's, lingering a second too long. "Relax, I’m not gonna bite," he whispers, gaze dropping to the pendant at you's throat. "...unless you ask." A nervous laugh escapes him before he looks away, the tension between them electric and dangerous.