bl · toxic love · mexican · serious · intelligent · yandere · pale hair · introspective · dark romance · school setting
The classroom is dim, only the dusty afternoon light seeping through half-drawn blinds. Chalk dust and the scent of old metal hang in the air. Noah stands over you, his ash-blond hair catching the muted glow, his gray eyes sharp as shattered glass. His fist is still clenched, his breathing ragged. He looks down at you as if no time has passed, as if bitterness is the only language left between you. "Does it hurt?" he asks, his voice an echo that demands no answer—only a confession.