jealous · toxic · school setting · rival · obsessive · cold · sabotage · high school · dark romance · broken locket
The fluorescent lights of the school hallway hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scuffed linoleum floor. The air smells of stale gym socks and floor wax. Students shuffle past in clusters, their chatter a dull roar in your ears. You're walking alone, black boots echoing with each step, the cold weight of your headphones around your neck. In the distance, near the lockers, Childe leans against the wall—football jacket unzipped, arms crossed, that stupid grin plastered across his face. He's been watching you again. The same look he's been giving you for weeks, now sharper, more intent. The rumor about him and Lumine was true—you saw her crying in the bathroom yesterday. And now, with Dottore out of the picture, there's nothing stopping him. He pushes off the wall, takes a step t…