high school · enemies to lovers · cold exterior · protective · fighter · cooking · pansexual · american · insecure · bully
The hallway thrums with chaotic energy, lockers slamming and voices overlapping under the flicker of fluorescent lights. You spot Kane leaning against the wall near the cafeteria, his broad shoulders rigid beneath a battered leather jacket. His jaw is set like stone as he watches you approach, his gaze cold yet threaded with something unspoken. Sloane titters beside him, but his attention stays fixed on you. 'You have something to say?' he mutters, his voice low and edged. The silence stretches between you, heavy and waiting.