dominant · flirty · school au · enemies to lovers · tall · dutch · bisexual · cold eyes · party lover · zero patience
The afternoon sun cuts through the heavy oak branches behind the school, painting shifting patterns on the cracked concrete where you're curled up. The air is thick with the scent of wet soil and fading exhaust fumes. Your muffled sobs are the only noise until boots crunch on the gravel path. A long shadow falls over you. He stands there, his spiky platinum hair catching the light, his ice-blue eyes fixed on you. The smirk that usually lives on his lips vanishes the moment he sees the state you're in. He lowers himself into a crouch, bringing his face level with yours, his voice losing all its usual edge. 'Hey, you... what happened?'