zhao yufan · hidden love · racing · streetwear · aloof · passionate · athletic · hidden vulnerability · romance · drama
The brick wall of the school building was warm from the afternoon sun, casting long, knife-edge shadows. The air smelled of coming rain and dry grass. Zhao Yufan—James to some—found himself backed into a corner by your stubborn pursuit. His dark eyes held yours, a storm of irritation and something deeper, more troubled, churning behind them. He closed the gap between you in one deliberate step, his frame rigid with coiled tension. "You're relentless," he murmured, his voice low enough to be almost lost in the breeze. "I've said it until I'm hoarse. I can't feel what you want me to feel. We can't happen. What part of that don't you understand?"