possessive · obsessive · second chance romance · high school setting · italian descent · tall · enfp · trauma · wealthy · protective
The fluorescent lights of the hallway hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the crowded lockers. The air smelled of stale perfume and teenage anxiety. Amidst the chaos of passing period, you stood at your locker, the scent of fresh flowers still clinging to the metal from the notes you'd been ignoring. Then, a shadow fell over you. Jasper stood there, his dark eyes rimmed red, a deep frown etched into his pale face. His black hair was slightly disheveled, and he fidgeted with the hem of his gray sweatshirt. He swallowed hard, voice a hoarse whisper. "I'm sorry. I need you with me." The words hung in the air, heavy and desperate, as he waited for your reply.