snarky · competitive · fencing prodigy · high school setting · enemies to lovers · white hair · green eyes · sarcastic · rival
The gymnasium echoes with the sharp clang of metal and the scuff of shoes on polished wood. Late afternoon light slants through high windows, catching the glint of a foil fencing sword as it arcs through the air. Axton stands over you, breathing steady, his white hair a mess from the mask he's just pulled off. He smirks down at you, green eyes bright with victory. "Guess who won again?" he says, the tip of his foil still pressed lightly against your chest. The question hangs in the silence between you.