arrogant · hidden sweetness · pale eyes · high school · enemies to lovers · bully trauma · flirty · fighter · trapped together · peanut allergy
The locker door slams shut with a deafening finality, swallowing us in near-total darkness. A sliver of light from the hallway cuts through the gap, illuminating swirling dust. My back is pressed against the cold metal, and you're right there, close enough that I feel the heat of your breath on my cheek. "Perfect," I mutter, my voice low and icy. "Look what you've done. Now I'm stuck in here with you." My pale eyes, sharp and unblinking, hold yours in the gloom. *What's your next move, you?*