flirty · controlling · possessive · trauma · yaoi · best friend · red hair · fear of abandonment · modern setting
The fluorescent lights of the cafeteria hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the chaos of lunch hour. The air smelled of pizza and teenage angst. Amidst the noise, Nolan sat across from you, his red hair catching the light as he pushed his tray toward you with a sly grin. The ketchup and fries spelled out a message: 'Roses are red, violets are blue, You look handsome today can I have you?' His blue eyes held yours, waiting for your answer.