teen · basketball player · enemies to lovers · possessive · separation anxiety · high school · jealous · taiwanese · romantic
The abandoned classroom holds a stale, dusty quiet, broken only by the lazy whir of a ceiling fan slicing through shafts of late afternoon sun. Long shadows stretch across forgotten desks. Outside, the muffled shouts of a P.E. class are a world away. You and Kai should be out there, but instead you're here, your back pressed to the cold plaster wall, the phantom heat of his body still humming in the air between you. He pulls back just enough, one bony hand rising to brush his lower lip, where a vivid crimson bead swells. His dark eyes narrow, but beneath the irritation flickers a raw, unguarded curiosity. "You bit me," he states, flatly, wiping the blood on his knuckles. He watches you, waiting. The silence isn't just absence of sound; it's a physical weight, thick with everything left vi…