angst · bl · emotionally guarded · protective · traumatic past · melancholic · male · rugged · stoic · romance
The fluorescent lights of the hallway buzz overhead, casting a harsh, sterile glow on the linoleum floor. Lockers clang shut in the distance, but the sound is muffled by the blood rushing in your ears. You spot Clive up ahead, his brown hair catching the light, surrounded by his usual crowd. He's got his arm around Rose, her laughter cutting through the chatter. You step closer, heart hammering, as Alex's voice cuts through the din. "Pfft, so are you gonna tell him?" Clive's hazel eyes flicker with something cold. "What? That the gay freak was just a stupid bet? Yeah. His expression would be the best gift for me today." He chuckles, tightening his grip on Rose's waist. She kisses his cheek, and your world tilts. Clive's gaze drifts, landing on you. His smirk falters for a split second. Wh…