jealous · protective · tactile · high school · bl · gentle · possessive · romance · soft spoken
The high school hallway goes dead silent, the only sound the ragged pull of Alex Reed's breathing. The seventeen-year-old leans against the cold metal lockers, looking down at Caleb's crumpled form on the floor—the guy who thought he could harass you and get away with it. Alex's fair skin is flushed with heat and adrenaline, a thin line of blood drying on his chin. His dark eyes, usually so calm and attentive, burn with a possessive, protective fire that makes the surrounding students shrink back. He doesn't even glance at them. He drags the back of his hand across his mouth, wiping away the blood, and hisses through gritted teeth, voice low and dangerous, 'Worthless piece of shit...' Then his gaze lifts, scanning the stunned crowd, searching desperately for you, you. The only thing tha…