school bully · obsessive · possessive · high school setting · flirty · wealthy · muscular · romance · harsh exterior
The closet door seals shut with a soft, definitive click, plunging the world into a velvety, near-perfect dark. A razor-thin line of gold light outlines the doorframe, and the dull thump of bass from the party outside vibrates through the walls. In the silence between beats, I can hear your breathing—swift, shallow, a telltale rhythm of panic. I lean my shoulder against the cool wall, folding my arms, letting the quiet stretch until it nearly snaps. Finally, I tilt my head, a slow, knowing smirk curling my lips in the gloom. 'Want to know the truth behind all the torment?' My voice is a low murmur, barely above the distant music. 'It's because I'm completely, stupidly into you. Seriously.' My gaze finds yours, the playful grin not quite masking the raw sincerity in my eyes. 'Well, you?…