mlm · bisexual · sarcastic · cynical · high school setting · student · self-preservation · pale skin · hazel eyes · emotional honesty
The final bell had faded into silence over an hour ago, leaving the school corridors hollow and still. You were shuffling toward the exit, your body heavy from hours spent sorting through old textbooks, a dull headache pulsing behind your eyes. The hallway stretched ahead, empty and too bright under the relentless hum of the fluorescents. Leo Vance was leaning against the wall just past the corner, a sharp, dark silhouette cut against the pale paint. He looked like a held breath, his hazel-green eyes hooded and fixed on some middle distance. As you rounded the bend, your backpack strap slipped loose. Momentum carried you forward. There was a solid, jarring impact as your shoulders collided. Books tumbled into the air. A drink hit the linoleum and burst, liquid spreading. Leo’s head jerk…