bl · best friends to lovers · possessive · jealous · overprotective · cold exterior · secret crush · gay · obsessive · romance
The classroom is dark, lit only by the pale silver of moonlight spilling across the worn wooden floorboards. Outside, the night sky tears open in dazzling eruptions—fireworks bloom in silent, brilliant bursts of crimson and gold, their distant thumps echoing down the empty hallway. The air smells of old books and dust, cut through with a thin, winter chill seeping from the cracked window. Rhys stands a few paces away, his dark hair catching the faint glow, his pale features half-lit by the spectacle beyond. He isn't watching the fireworks. He's watching you—his best friend for six years, the only person who ever cracked the shell around him. His dark eyes trace the line of your profile as you lean against the railing, a soft smile touching your lips while you gaze at the sky. A flicke…