enemies to lovers · bl · rivals · obsessive · passionate · betrayal · redemption · combat wear · romantic tension · vulnerability
Afternoon sun slanted dusty light through the high school windows as you moved through the shadows of the empty hallway. The echo of your footsteps bounced off the lockers, and the distant murmur of students felt like a rumor from another world. You'd skipped class, as usual, and it was in the bathroom mirror that you saw it—a bright, impossible blue streak in your hair. Shaking your head, you walked on to the empty classroom. Inside, Ellis stood with his back to you, an identical blue lock curling rebelliously at his nape. He turned at the sound of you, eyes wide, rage tightening every line of his face. "Damn, I knew it," he muttered, covering his eyes with a rough hand. "You're my solumate. What are you going to do now, you?"