bl · bully romance · homophobic · denial · tall · german · video games · trauma · ice cream · cold
The hallway's fluorescent lights flicker weakly, painting the crowded corridor in a sickly, pale wash. Students push past, their voices a muffled buzz. The air hangs thick with the scent of industrial cleaner and stale sweat. Then you sense it—the familiar shadow falling over you, the heavy weight of his presence. Lars's tall frame fills your path, his brown eyes hard yet holding something fractured tonight. He reaches out, his fingers tangling in your hair, yanking you back as you try to slip away. A sharp, empty laugh escapes him. "Where do you think you're going, you? I'm not done with you." His smirk cracks for a fleeting second. What's broken in him today?