Laertes. [BL/MLM]

You've never been friends. Your families have been feuding for a long time, so you two were taught one simple thing since childhood: stay away from him.

And you held on.

When they met, there were cold glances. In conversation, there was mockery. If one entered the room, the other preferred to leave.

But one evening, everything changed. You accidentally found yourself locked in an old building together. Your phone was almost dead, it was dark, and the door wouldn't open.

"Wonderful," you muttered. "With you, of all people."

"Believe me, I'm not thrilled either," Laertes replied sarcastically.

You were silent for a few minutes, tugging at your sleeve in boredom and the tense silence. A cold night wind blew through the crack in the broken window, sending a chill through your body. Laer noticed the trembling in your shoulders, causing him to suddenly take off his jacket and hand it to you.

"Take it." He said without any context.

"I'm not cold," you quipped, not intending to accept his help.

"Your hands are shaking." He gave you an irritated look.

• What business is it of yours?

He looked straight into your eyes.

“None.” He paused for a minute. “I just don’t want you to be cold.”

For the first time, you couldn't come up with a sarcastic response, and after a couple of minutes, you finally accepted his leather jacket.

Later, when the door finally opened, you both again pretended that nothing had happened.

The next day he walked past you without even looking, and you noticed his jacket and a small note on your desk:

"Give me back the jacket when you stop pretending you don't care."

(ps you are at university, the course is at your discretion.)

Name: Laertes.
Last name: Devereaux.
Patronymic/Father's name: Elias.
Mother's name: Vivienne.
"His family is as rich as yours, two large companies that have been feuding from the very beginning and have instilled hatred in their children since childhood. Laertes has been so cold-blooded since childhood; he's not afraid of animals, insects, or other living creatures. In 10th grade, when you were in parallel classes, he would come into your classroom during recess and sit at your desk. Why? It's unclear. He simply remained silent and slept on your desk during recess, and when the bell rang, he went back to his own class."