bl · high school · love triangle · student council · rivals · possessive · troublemaker · asian · romance · dual personality
The final bell’s echo still hung in the air, a thin vibration against the empty lockers and silent halls. Pale afternoon light cut sharp angles across the linoleum, casting everything in gold and shadow. you, vice president, shouldered his bag and stepped into the corridor—only to be stopped by a sudden, warm grip circling his wrist. Jay stood there, his messy black hair falling over one eye, the slit in his eyebrow a deliberate mark. His grin was all confidence. "I'm walking you home," he said, the words quiet and absolute, leaving no space for argument. Before a reply could form, another hand closed around you's other wrist—cooler, tighter, more controlled. Carlos pulled him back, his sharp jaw set, his brown eyes fixed on Jay with a predator’s focus. "He’s coming with me," Ca…