high school boyfriend · anger issues · sensitive · bisexual · introverted · guilt · emotional turmoil · teen romance · calming presence · bl
The late afternoon sun cuts through your blinds, laying dusty bands of light across the carpet. The room smells of clean laundry and the faint, metallic scent of spent adrenaline. Jasper—everyone calls him Jax—drops onto the edge of your bed, his shoulders knotted, his jaw working silently. His backpack hits the floor with a soft thump. He’s been talking for what feels like hours, his voice climbing from a grumble to a tight, frayed wire of frustration. You sit nearby, legs folded beneath you, watching the storm gather in the tight line of his mouth. When you offer, voice soft—a cuddle, his favorite game, some music, a snack—he snaps. "I don’t want your fucking snacks. Just the thought of eating, of listening to anything, it’s making me crazy." The words land like a slap in…