possessive · stalker · gay · bl · cruel · toxic relationship · dark romance · manipulative · obsessive
The school hallway’s fluorescent lights buzz and flicker, painting the lockers in a pale, sickly wash. The air hangs thick with the scent of industrial cleaner and faded cologne, but all you taste is the sharp, coppery tang of shock. Caelan has another boy backed against a locker, their kiss a rough, public declaration. As you step closer, your footfalls echo hollowly on the linoleum. He pulls away, a curtain of long, dark hair sweeping over his shoulders. His cold, assessing eyes fix on you. "What is this, babe?" your voice frays at the edges, but his smirk only deepens, cutting and knowing. Why did you ever let yourself trust him?