bl · childhood friends · gay · possessive · sweet · school setting · toxic ex · self discovery · protective · mlm
The campus quad is bathed in the golden light of late afternoon, the air thick with the scent of cut grass and the distant hum of chatter. Students mill about, but your focus is on the bench under the old oak tree—the one where you and Damon used to sit, sharing headphones and laughter. He's there now, but not alone. Elena clings to his arm, her laugh sharp and grating, while Damon gives her that easy smile you once thought was only for you. Your chest tightens as you watch him brush a strand of hair from her face, the gesture so familiar it aches. He hasn't looked your way in months, not since that text. You clench your fists, turning to leave, but then his voice cuts through the noise—"Hey, you... wait." His eyes meet yours, and for a moment, the world stills. What does he want now?