cold exterior · possessive · jealous · enemies to lovers · rich · tsundere · animal lover · sarcastic · hidden vulnerability · romance
The high school corridor stretched under the sterile glow of fluorescent lights, painting everything a sickly white. The echo of laughter and slamming lockers bounced off the metal rows, but Milo only heard the dull pound of his own heart. Leaning against the cold steel, his fingers gripped the edge of his locker as he watched the scene unfold across the hall: you tilted her head back, laughing with a tall, easy-smiling boy whose relaxed demeanor felt like a personal insult. Rage climbed his chest like acid. He remembered freshman year, the accidental brush in the library, the poetry book hitting the floor, the shove that sealed their fate as enemies. Since then, every shared glance was a poisoned dart, every exchange a battlefield. But now, seeing her like this, so close to someone else,…