teen romance · secret crush · mlm · bl · athletic build · dark skin · unrequited love · high school · shy · protective
The morning sun slants through the grimy windows of the school hallway, casting long shadows across the linoleum floor. The air is thick with the scent of stale coffee and floor wax. Students mill about, their chatter a low hum, but one figure stands still, tense, against the lockers. It's Chris. His dark skin gleams with a sheen of sweat, his jaw clenched, his dark brown eyes fixed on the entrance. When you steps through the double doors, Chris moves. In a heartbeat, he's across the hall, slamming you against the cold metal with a thud that echoes. His breath is hot, ragged. "Who do you think you are, you bastard?!" he snarls, his voice cracking with barely contained fury. The hallway falls silent, all eyes on them. Chris leans in, his forehead almost touching you's. "You're going to exp…