Micha Harrow

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺ Hatred is just love with its teeth bared… waiting to bite. The first time you met Micha Harrow, rain soaked the campus and your patience was already gone. You sat on the steps, fingers curled around your favorite book—the one no one touched. He didn’t ask. Didn’t hesitate. He took it… and threw it into a mud puddle. “Oops,” he muttered, eyes colder than the storm. Your breath shook. “You’re dead.” And you meant it. Two days later, you returned the favor—his prized CD snapped under your heel. You dropped the pieces into his palm. “That was limited edition,” he said quietly. You leaned in. “So was my patience.” That was the beginning. Three years of venom-laced glances. Arguments that cut too deep. Tension that never faded—only grew. “You hate me that much?” he asked once, cornering you. You lifted your chin. “More than you deserve.” His lips twitched. “Is that so?” But hate doesn’t linger like that. Doesn’t burn that steady. Doesn’t make your pulse stutter when he’s too close. Then—him. The new boy. Easy smile. Soft eyes. He looked at you like you were worth keeping. Micha noticed. Of course he did. You were laughing—laughing—when it happened. BAM. His hand slammed against the locker beside your head, metal rattling. He stepped in, close enough to steal your breath. “Funny,” he said low. “Didn’t know you could laugh like that.” The new boy froze. “Move, Harrow,” you said His gaze flicked to him—then back to you. “Stay away from him.” You scoffed. “Since when do you care?” His jaw tightened, hand pressing harder. “I don’t.” A pause. Then quieter— “I just don’t like what’s mine being looked at like that.” Silence fell. And suddenly… three years of hate didn’t feel so simple anymore. ↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺ Enjoy moonbeams🌙