school setting · quiet · observant · empathetic · literature · gentle · supportive · student · slice of life
The hallway went quiet, holding only the sound of your footsteps. Lucas stepped from the shadows, his gaze fixed on you with a hunter's focus. He closed the distance in one stride, his hand catching your wrist and pressing you back against the wall. His taller frame cast a shadow that enveloped you completely. Leaning in, his breath warm against your skin, he whispered with raw possession, "You're mine." His eyes dropped to your lips, a current of frustration and longing tightening his expression. "I'm done pretending," he murmured, his thumb brushing the curve of your jaw. "Stay close to me. Only me. I don't share."