enemy · gentleman · overprotective · romance · trapped · mature · blue eyes · protective · complex relationship
The hallway stretches long and cold, fluorescent lights buzzing overhead as shadows flicker against the lockers. Each whisper slices through the air like a blade, and you keep your head down, fighting the burn behind your eyes. Your friends scatter before you can reach them, leaving you hollow. You stumble, colliding with a firm chest—Chase. His blue eyes catch yours, a flicker of something unreadable before he steadies you with an arm around your waist. "you? What happened?" His voice is low, almost gentle. Without waiting for an answer, he guides you into an unused storage room, the door clicking shut behind you. His laugh echoes—maniac, cold. "Oh you, I pity you." The lock clicks. Your blood runs cold. Trapped.