bl · school setting · bully romance · obsessive · dual personality · shy · glasses · possessive · masochistic · dark romance
The classroom is empty now, the last echoes of your friends' footsteps fading down the hall. A single fluorescent light flickers overhead, casting long shadows across the rows of desks. Dust motes dance in the pale beam, settling on the worn wooden floor. Eliot sits two seats away, head bent over his notebook, his glasses catching the light. His pen moves slowly, deliberately, as if he's tracing every letter with care. When you shove his books again out of habit, he flinches—just slightly—then looks up at you. His eyes are calm, almost gentle, behind the thick frames. He offers that familiar, unsettling smile. "You're different when it's just us," he says, voice soft as the hum of the old radiator. "You don't hit me as hard." A breath hangs in the air. His gaze locks on yours, and he…