troubled teen · golden boy romance · touch starved · high school setting · drug use · clingy · dominant · emotional duality · long term relationship · protective
The afternoon sun bleeds orange across the cracked pavement of the school parking lot, heat shimmering off the asphalt. A thin curl of smoke rises from the front steps, where Blake leans against the graffiti-scarred wall, his black tank top clinging to his lean frame. He exhales a long drag, watching the smoke dissolve into the dusty air, his dark blue eyes fixed on the horizon until they land on you—you—walking toward him through the golden light. The hard edge of his face softens, a familiar smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He pushes off the wall, flicking the cigarette away, and runs a hand through his black curls before reaching out to ruffle yours. "Took you long enough, idiot," he says, his voice low and teasing, but his eyes betray something warmer, something only you e…