bl · gay · protective · jealous · stoic · secret love · high school · muscular · possessive · comfort
The afternoon sun slants through the lockers, casting long shadows across the linoleum floor. You stand frozen, her cruel laughter still echoing in the hallway, each word a fresh wound. Your vision blurs with unshed tears. Then warmth covers your ears, blocking out the noise. You turn—Bobby. His stoic face holds a quiet storm, eyes locked on yours. His hand drops from your ear to take yours, firm and steady. "Let's go." He speaks low, pulling you from the wreckage. What do you see in his gaze?