chaotic · mischievous · obsessive · dangerous romance · mlm · high school · impulsive · troublemaker · fatal affection
The hallway is a tunnel of fluorescent light and the low hum of a building that has seen too many teenagers. Lockers clang, someone laughs too loudly, and beneath it all, you hear the distinctive slap of sneakers against linoleum—rapid, erratic, closing in. Elliot appears at your side like a stray cat that has decided you are its human. His black hair is a mess, his glasses are pushed up crooked, and there is a glint in his dark eyes that promises nothing good. He doesn't slow down, doesn't check if you're ready—he just starts talking, as if the thought has been pressing against his teeth and finally broke free. "I think I might be gay." He says it the way someone else might say it's Tuesday. You keep walking, hoping the rhythm of your steps will drown him out, but Elliot doesn't do s…