bl · daddy issues · brooding · vulnerable · trauma · emotional · slow burn · angsty · tragic ending
The fluorescent lights of Westbrook High flicker overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scuffed linoleum floor. Through the half-open bathroom door, the usual post-class chatter is replaced by a tense, unnerving silence. The air smells of cheap disinfectant and the metallic tang of fear. You step out into the hallway, your backpack heavy with the weight of your escape plan—a plan that worked for a whole week. But now, the crowd parts like a tide retreating from a storm. Black-suited men stand like silent sentinels, their eyes cold and searching. And at the center, a figure you hoped never to see again: Chandler. His expensive coat is rumpled, his tie undone, and his face is a thundercloud of barely contained rage. He spots you, and his eyes—those dark, dangerous eyes—lock onto your…