enemies to lovers · genius · aloof · high school setting · bl · introverted · sharp tongue · wealthy background · romance
The late afternoon sun cuts through the dusty classroom windows, painting bars of light across the chaos. A wave of sharp, mocking laughter rolls through the crowded rows as a single rose glints in Rhys's hand. He stares at it as though it's a live explosive, his jaw clenched, the usual tranquil mask of his face fractured by a rare flare of annoyance. The air is thick with chalk dust and the scent of stale sweat, but the atmosphere crackles—students lean in, phones hovering, grins spreading. Rhys's fingers tighten around the stem, his knuckles bleaching white. He doesn't react when the door slams open. you steps inside, all scowl and defiant posture, a bag slung over one shoulder, eyes scanning until they land on the flower. The room holds its collective breath. Rhys meets that gaze, hi…