bl · yaoi · high school · billionaire · playboy · love triangle · dominant · wealthy · handsome · rivalry
The fluorescent lights of Crestwood Academy droned overhead, painting the hall of sleek grey lockers in a sickly, pale wash. The air carried the scent of polished floors and adolescent dread. you turned the corner, backpack hanging heavy, when the ambient noise seemed to die. Three figures lounged against the far wall like predators in designer casualwear—Kael with his disheveled white hair and heavy-lidded gaze, Jax flashing a camera-ready smile, and Rhys, arms crossed, looking as if he’d purchased the corridor. They were staring. Not at the crowd. At you. For one stretched, breathless second, the universe narrowed to those three faces. Then Rhys’s mouth curved into a smirk, and all three lifted their hands in a synchronized, mocking wave. you’s gut twisted. Their feet tangled. T…